You paint a lonely mood   But if I may say so I say this coming   From miles ago   And as the sirens sing   I think it's fair to say you're hurting   Well I'm hurting too      As for me, I won't let you down   I won't turf you out, I will do you proud      I earn a decent wage   I could control my rage when fighting   I will win for you   And I could drive you around   And I could hold back your hair while you were   Sick on my new suede shoes      I've been telling stories, stories about you   I've been forging memories, the way dictators do   The way you taught me to      I have a picture of you   Within a frame of gold leaf but the glass has gone   I threw it to the floor   That time when we were fighting   But you weren't these