He Comes home hanging onto his head
The long Day’s events wearing him down
As he climbs straight up to bed
If only she saw the same day
She might understand that there’s nothing left to see
I guess misery is sick of the company
There’s no need to complain
I do believe, that were running out
That we’re running out of steam
Remember that there was a time
When you smashed all the dishes
And I stood still in the rain for the fire
Then we danced til the light of the day
Only now we’re here dancing
Oh I’m very cold
I guess the mysteries is not what it used to be
There’s no need to complain
I do believe, that were running out
That we’re running out of steam
You’re here with me
But you’re with doubt
That we’re running out of steam
Now there’s only one thing left to say
After all of the changes, why did we stay the same?
Oooo…