jetty dressed and bunker bound
shuffling through the heather
neighbors drop their flowers down
and worry about the weather

  everynight I’m floating over you my love
  everynight I dream I’m under you

all of the smiling men with sweaty hands
delivering widows’ pensions
won’t you please accept our sympathy
in two or three dimensions

  everynight I’m floating over you my love
  everynight I’m drifting under you

    don’t want to think about my last cigarette
    don’t want to focus on the curve of your thigh
    don’t want to slip along your white silhouette
    I don’t think this is a very sensible way to die

    lonely, lonely

  everynight I’m floating over you my love
  everynight I dream I’m under you

well I’m alter bound and under dressed
and just slightly out of order
hanging on the fringe of daylight
soft and pitchy border

  everynight I’m floating over you my love
  everynight I’m slipping under you
  oh, everynight I’m floating over you my love
  everynight I dream I’m under you
  lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
  oh, I’m so lonely