Lights are fading, the feeling is back This is the closest thing to disaster Keep on fading, snow white into black The kind of thing you laugh about after We were stuck, stacking misery Four long days, in an ugly town And we pretend to know about misery You never felt the cold sun beating down But you will soon Watching TV, and flirting with fate He drank my cold soul under the table Feigning fever, to risk and to lay You shouldn't cry, you're willing and able I have locked, in a great image here The voyeur in an ugly stare And staring back, it's what you bargained for You never felt the cold sun beating down But you will soon You'll have this family to support One house and three young children Biting at your hands I don't pretend to understand But listen, listen, listen I have never liked that look in your eyes And I am still screaming, shouting "Please, please, forgive me for what I've done" What have I done? Why is this taking so long? The leather's cold but the engine is warm I think of home, I think of the sweet lie Of sweating sunshine in sandals and shorts We had The Field Mice playing on the hi-fi We got bored in our own living room So we got stuck with an ugly fix That kills your days and makes you forget a lot And then you feel the hot sun beating down And you start to cry