Из альбома: Work
He likes the cold winter nights
And the dark afternoons
The lodger
When there are shadows behind
Every window and blind
The lodger
There’s another murder in the news today
He kills only women always blondes they say
They hear the sound of a car
Keep the front door ajar
The lodger
He saw the sign and it said
They had breakfast and bed
The lodger
Behind the thick green curtain
Everybody’s whipering