You paint a lonely mood
 But if I may say so I saw this one coming
 From miles ago
 And as the sirens sing
 I think it's fair to say you're hurting
 But I'm hurting too
 
 As for me, I won't let you down
 I won't turf you out, I will do you proud
 
 I earn a decent wage
 I could control my rage when fighting
 I will win for you
 And I could drive you around
 And I could hold back your hair while you were
 Sick on my new suede shoes
 
 As for me, I won't let you down
 I won't turf you out, I will do you proud
 
 I've been telling stories, stories about you
 I've been forging memories, the way that dictators do
 The way you taught me to
 
 I have a picture of you
 Within a frame of gold leaf but the glass is gone
 I threw it to the floor
 That time when we were fighting
 But you weren't there
 
 As for you, I won't let you go
 I will keep you close
 I will make you see