It's raining in this room   And it's so hot outside this room   I don't know no one here   I don't want to be here   In this room      We hold parties in our sleep   We fill ourselves up in our sleep   And I'll heal you when you're ill   Though it's hard keeping still   In our sleep      Pries the hair out of her mouth   Whilst the circus is heading South   While we search in the sand   Don't ask them to understand   Why they cover up, up their hands   And their mouths