we're all moving for the end of this elegynand we're all staying in at least i'd rather benit's too cold outside for themnni'd rather stay i'm not a drunkni swept my promise to a trunk and left myself sinking in sandnalone head in handnnevery night i see the same nthe people falling in with dead expressions on their face nit caught them all againnnow its too cold outside for themnni'd rather stay i'm not a drunkni swept my promise to a trunk and left myself sinking in sandnalone head in handnfor a daynnwe're all moving for the end of this elegynand we're all staying in at least i'd rather benit's too cold outside for them