Soft Cell - Bedsitter

Sunday morning going slow I'm talking to the radio Clothes and records on the floor The memories of the night before Out in club land having fun And now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor Though no-one knows I'm here for sure Dancing laughing Drinking loving And now I'm all alone In bedsit land My only home I think it's time to cook a meal To fill the emptiness I feel Spend my money going out I've nothing in I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair And look for something new to wear And start the night life over again Kid myself I'm having fun I look out from my window view There's really nothing else to do Read a book maybe write a letter Mother, things are getting better Watch the mirror count the lines The battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see A thousand people just like me Dancing laughing Drinking loving And now I'm all alone In bedsit land My only home (x2) Dancing, laughing, drinking, loving I'm waiting for something I'm only passing time