I left house without a fucking clue

And left New York city, girl, without you

But the sun does shine in this place some days

And even when there?s cloud there isn?t always rain

I?ll stow away my grays in a padlocked case

And in a padlocked room

Only to be released when I sing all the songs

I wrote about you

This is the last one that I?ll do

Now I?m free in parenthesis

I?m not sure what I ought to do with it

It sits in the house, bright eyes and raised hands

If I ignore its advances then the hand goes down

I?ll stow away my grays in a padlocked case

And in a padlocked room

Only to be released when I sing all the songs

I wrote about you

And this is the last one that I?ll do

I feel better and better and worse and then better

Than ever, than ever, than ever

I feel much better and better and worse and then better

Than ever, than ever, than ever, than ever

I?ll stow away my grays in a padlocked case

And in a padlocked room

Only to be released when I see you

Walking ?round with someone new

This is the last song, this is the last song

This is the last song I?ll write about you