and I live behind the sofa where the mice have kindly offered,
if i clean for them they'll keep me safe enough for now,
but i think they're trying to trick me, coz i know they're not that friendly,
and their clever traps are hidden by the dirt.
it would just be my luck to catch them,
taking yellow from the cracked eggs that i gave them.
empty eggshells remind me of the feeling i'm without you.
now i live inside an oak tree where the owls and bats have made for me,
a little place to hide away from you,
now i know they're trying to trick me,
coz the locks they use don't have keys,
and the clever traps are hidden by the leaves.
and the shelters made of pebbles that you threw up at my window,
and i know that every pebble thrown was polished by your tears,
and i wish of all the things she said that half of them were true at least,
but maybe in a week or two i'll find the other half were too.
the other half were true.
It would just be my luck to fall through, missing all the life belts,
empty life belts remind me of the feeling i'm without you.