I'm gloomy as my oldest pair of shoes I'm happy as the smile upon your face I'm drunk like a soldier after war I'm waiting like a gaoler on death row A quiet life with my wife Is all I need for goodness sake The things I make they have no use But they have the most beautiful shape I'm dreaming like I've always had to dream I'm saying the things I want to say I'm losing all of my friends Should I keep the curtains drawn? A quiet life with my wife Is all I need for goodness sake The things I make they have no use But they have the most beautiful shape