Morale is low, the weather's good Thought it might be understood Not alone, the rest is more or less the rest Would you be so kind as you can be Thought it'd start to bother me And please don't stop Until I tell you something else
There's not a lot of time And the feeling is slow Will the hurt be generous? Will it ever be known?
The weather's bad, the room is cold Lights are off in the house down the road You pass the time, I'll try to stay the wait alone Would it help to ask and be polite? If not it'll wait an overnight To be so bold I thought I'd tell you something else
If you stop me, ask me why You can't help it if you try So try and try and try and try
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