It's ten o'clock in the afternoon
You'd better come by here soon
Or I'll go out of my mind
The wind has been unkind
Some idiot untied all five
And locked them in my room
"Don't do anything important," you said
"With anybody else
They f** it up for you my friend."
But I lie on your bed and I touch your head
And your hair is as soft as the cashmere you wear
And my head, it feels sweet again
My friend
Sitting here drinking wine
Yeah I'm smoking all the time now
It's hard living your life
On the knife's edge
You either cut your feet and die where you bleed
Or you fall off the edge
"Don't say anything important," you said
"To anybody else
They f** it up for you my friend."
But I lie on your bed and I touch your head
And your hair is as soft as the cashmere you wear
And my head, it feels sweet again
My friend