Nobody Here

The sorrow is an old stain The lino is a shade of grey They use on every lampshade They paint it on every door and window frame And we are like an army An army of abandoned souls Remember when we were kids Invincible in everything we said and did Late at night That is when the wantling comes Licking every surface clean Digging up our long lost dreams There's nobody here but us --- Nobody Here - Tunng