Getting dressed and bunker bound
Shuffling through the heather
Neighbors drop their flowers down
And worry about the weather
Every night I'm floating over you my love
Every night I dream I'm under you
All of the smiling men with sweaty hands
Delivering widows' pensions
Won't you please except our sympathy
In two or three dimensions
Every night I'm floating over you my love
Every night I'm drifting under you
Don't want to think about my last cigarette
Don't want to focus on the curve of your thigh
Don't want to slip along your white silhouette
I don't think this is a very sensible way to die, oh
Lonely, lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely, lonely, yeah
Lonely, lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Every night I'm floating over you my love
Every night I dream I'm under you
Well I'm alter bound and under dressed
Just slightly out of order
Hanging on the fringe of daylights
Soft and pitchy border
Every night I'm floating over you my love
Every night I'm slipping under you, oh
Every night I'm floating over you my love, oh
Every night I dream I'm under you
Lonely lonely, lonely
Oh I'm so lonely