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I left it in the letterbox |
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The taps all drip |
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and nothing locks |
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and the water takes a while to heat |
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and there is usually nothing much to eat |
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The neighbours play Jack Johnson covers, |
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Never heard of modern lovers |
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My house mates drank the Golden Ball |
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The house is cluttered, cold and small |
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There should be champagne, instead of gin |
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but I don't care, you're moving in |
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The piano's really out of tune |
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I saw a mouse run through my room |
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but I bought a new toothbrush for you, |
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See mine is blue and yours is blue |
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The tulips on the table died, |
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but there's bicycles for you to ride |
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No microwave and no TV |
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but there's lots of books and sometimes me |
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I'm putting all my shit in boxes, |
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Throwing out my life before |
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Backing up my tricks and hoaxes, |
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I don't need them anymore |
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and I hope you like it here |
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I hope you like here, I hope you like here, |
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I hope you like it here |
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I left it in the letterbox |
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The taps all drip |
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and nothing locks |
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and I won't be there to let you in |
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but it's your house now |
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and I have been all by myself with all your letters |
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I've been living alone, |
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I wish this place was so much better |
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but I don't care you're coming home |
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and I hope you like it here, Yeah I hope you like it here |
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Oh I hope you like it here, I hope you like it |
