Из альбома: Songs for a Sunday
When you've been filed in the wrong category
And both your dog and your cat agree
That you shouldn't be alone
Take a leaf from a different tome
Place a wreath on your empty home
And pick up the phone
Just because I hold you, dear
Just because I need you here
Just because I'm see-through
Just because I miss you
From the clouds brewing over you
To the leaves rotting under you
In the death-fed stew of life
From the mud fields of the steeplechase
To the bloodstains on my delsey case
I'm in this race
Just because I hold you, dear
Just because I need you here
Just because I'm see-through
Just because I miss you
From the bottles by the hedgerow
To the moss on my gravestone
From the dawn to the setting sun
From the end to when it all begun
From these pictures of ourselves
To the dust on these shelves