If i was left to my own devices   I wouldn't go out in the rain   If i was in a room with all of my vices   You'd never see me again   You sing 'cause you're loosing   The last threads of night   There's no time for dancing   But maybe you might      The sort of song you sing on sundays   Could be as down as rain   The things i do to get to see you   The random hanging 'round on trains   You sing 'cause you're loosing   The last threads of night   There's no time for dancing   But maybe you might   Pick your three favourite roll necks   And catch the next flight   But you won't