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