Bedsitter

Sunday morning going slow I'm talking to the radio Clothes and records on the floor 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 [Chorus] 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 Spent my money going out I've nothing I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair Look for something new to wear Start the nightlife over again Kid myself I'm having fun [Chorus] Look out from my window view I've really nothing else to do Read a book and 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 [Chorus: x2] I'm waiting for something I'm only passing time --- Bedsitter - Soft Cell