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Sunday morning going slow
I'm talking to the radio
Clothes and records on the floor
The memories of the night before
Out in club land having fun
And now I'm hiding from the sun
Waiting for a visitor
Though no-one knows I'm here for sure
Dancing laughing
Drinking loving
And now I'm all alone
In bedsit land
My only home
I think it's time to cook a meal
To fill the emptiness I feel
Spend my money going out
I've nothing in I'm left without
Clean my teeth and comb my hair
And look for something new to wear
And start the night life over again
And kid myself I'm having fun
I look out from my window view
There's really nothing else to do
Read a book maybe write a letter
Mother, things are getting better
Watch the mirror count the lines
The battle scars of all the good times
Look around and I can see
A thousand people just like me
Dancing laughing
Drinking loving
And now I'm all alone
In bedsit land
My only home
Dancing, laughing, drinking, loving
I'm waiting for something
I'm only passing time
- Album:
- Hyperreality EP
- Miscellaneous
- Non Stop Erotic Cabaret
- Bedsitter Extended
- Insecure Me Extended
- Cruelty Without Beauty
- The Art Of Falling Apart
- Trials Of Eyeliner: Anthology 1979-2016
- Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing
- Non Stop Erotic Cabaret (Deluxe Edition)
- Non Stop Erotic Cabaret (Deluxe Edition) [2CD set]
- The Very Best Of Soft Cell [International Version...
- Tainted Love / Where Did Our Love Go
- The Very Best Of
- The Singles
- Punk Culture, Vol.2 (Live)
- Serious Fun: New Wave Punk Party
- The Twelve Inch Singles
- The Very Best of Soft Cell
- The Hits