Life is insufferable, tolerable, and quite alright
All of my dreams came true
Now I've got to live with what comes after

Living in heaven, I'm lonely, up and working nights
And if I dream of you
It's of a place without my landlord's

Robotic adherence to cleaning advice
She read on the internet one day
The IKEA bed with no back support in sight
Relating to Manic Monday
I could mouth Common People by PULP again
Meet you up for a drink and watch you pretend
To understand
A thing about
The way it feels
To never have a home

Body heat's nice, in the winter, leads us all astray
But holding on to you
Means holding on to isolation

Pulling you closer only pushes me further away
From anyone who would
Get it without an explanation

They'd know what it means to inhabit two worlds
To always be so divided
To anchor your ship to a wave that unfurls
Watch it float off without you inside
Then keep your life so small lest you lose it again
To lug it around, get it twisted and bent
They'd understand
A thing about
The way it feels
To never have a home

Ooooooooooooh
Oooooooh (sens sostre, sens sostre, sens sostre, sens sostre)
Aaaaaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaah

They'd understand
A thing about
The way it feels
To truly be ya
-lone