we're all moving for the end of this elegy and we're all staying in at least i'd rather be it's too cold outside for them i'd rather stay i'm not a drunk i swept my promise to a trunk and left myself sinking in sand alone head in hand every night i see the same the people falling in with dead expressions on their face it caught them all again now its too cold outside for them i'd rather stay i'm not a drunk i swept my promise to a trunk and left myself sinking in sand alone head in hand for a day we're all moving for the end of this elegy and we're all staying in at least i'd rather be it's too cold outside for them