10.15 on the Saturday night | |
And the tap drips under the strip light | |
And I'm sitting in the kitchen sink | |
And the tap drips | |
Drip | |
Drip | |
Drip | |
Waiting for the telephone to ring | |
And I'm wondering where she's been | |
And I'm crying for yesterday | |
And the tap drips | |
Drip | |
Drip | |
Drip | |
It's always the same |