we're all moving for the end of this elegy   and we're all staying in at least i'd rather be   it's too cold outside for them      i'd rather stay i'm not a drunk   i swept my promise to a trunk and left myself sinking in sand   alone head in hand      every night i see the same    the people falling in with dead expressions on their face    it caught them all again   now its too cold outside for them      i'd rather stay i'm not a drunk   i swept my promise to a trunk and left myself sinking in sand   alone head in hand   for a day      we're all moving for the end of this elegy   and we're all staying in at least i'd rather be   it's too cold outside for them