No Serenade

Mumbling my matters is no serenade

For you, I should call a choir

Tired and empty I may sometimes seem

But you’re still my fire

And it won’t burn out, no it can’t burn out, no it won’t burn out

I never could let it

Oh I don’t know how I could

No I don’t know how I could

Cos it’s quarter to three, you’re asleep next to me

And the worries I’ve suppressed start to turn the key

I don’t need an aubade, I don’t need no serenade

Cos the sound of your breathing it comes to my aid

Cursing my workplace is no serenade

You’re a kind audience

An evening with you saves the day

From death by 9-5

And it won’t burn out, no it can’t burn out, no it won’t turn out

I never could let it

Oh I don’t know how I could

No I don’t know how I could

Cos it’s quarter to three, you’re asleep next to me

And the worries I’ve suppressed start to turn the key

I don’t need an aubade, I don’t need no serenade

Cos the sound of your breathing it comes to my aid

Mumbling my matters is no serenade

For you I should call a choir