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 I wait for youAnd I don't like doubting
How this old love will hold
But I have my moments
When I'm just waiting for it to explodeOh, 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 hoursThere's not a lot of air in this third floor flat
You want to go outside you want to get some by
You have said that you cannot breathe
When you're caught up inside here with no reprieveI have been trying
Not to hold you to your lines
But I feel you leaning
Out more all the timeOh, 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 hoursForever is a word I leave on the shelf
I don't want history to repeat itself
So I take it night by night
And I try not to hold you too tightI have been dancing
Up and down the words
Trying to find out why
Things are not the way they wereOh, 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