jetty dressed and bunker boundnshuffling through the heathernneighbors drop their flowers downnand worry about the weathernneverynight I’m floating over you my loveneverynight I dream I’m under younnall of the smiling men with sweaty handsndelivering widows’ pensionsnwon’t you please accept our sympathynin two or three dimensionsnneverynight I’m floating over you my loveneverynight I’m drifting under younndon’t want to think about my last cigarettendon’t want to focus on the curve of your thighndon’t want to slip along your white silhouettenI don’t think this is a very sensible way to diennlonely, lonelynnevery night I’m floating over you my lovenevery night I dream I’m under younnwell I’m alter bound and under dressednand just slightly out of ordernhanging on the fringe of daylightnsoft and pitchy bordernnevery night I’m floating over you my lovenevery night I’m slipping under younoh, everynight I’m floating over you my loveneverynight I dream I’m under younlonely, lonely, lonely, lonelynoh, I’m so lonely