I come home, don't know where you are
You must be working pretty hard
I feed the cat half a can of food
and I sit at the table and wait for you
I don't like doubting that this old love will hold
But I have my moments when I'm just waiting for it to explode
Oh, no good deals in these mine fields today
It don't matter how I walk, I could get blown away
Underneath the soil and the flowers
I can hear a ticking down from years to hours
There's not a lot of air in this third-floor flat
You want to go...
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