I have a room with a cord and a fixture And I have a cork in the last wine of winter You have the eyes and the breath of a spider And I own a mess and a pen and some paper I have friends who drink in the cupboard Drunk? for a neck and smoke for a brother I hear taps ring out in the city When I go for walks on late Friday evenings You have a hold and a kiss that is oh so And my eyes are cold and as grey as my billfold So I have a room and you should come over Cuz it has a roof and the last wine of winter