Are you coming round
Is it warm enough
I've been the only one to touch you
For so long now
Have you grown tired of my advances
Is it growing dark
I've been the only one to cry for you
For so long now
Have you grown tired of my tears
Could you ask for more
Than these corridors
Where I've been the only one to lie for you
For so long now
Have you grown tired of my inventions
How you're growing up
I've been the only one to die for you
For so long now
Have you grown tired of my big ideas
No word of this
Lest anybody remembers
The names, the faces, the ages, the genders
The hair, the eyes, the lips and the legs
We'd rather not suffer fresh burns from the embers
Of dying old fires and shared cigarettes
It's not happened yet