Slow Death in a Warm Bed

Sky been looking so clouded

Like the one good eye of your hound is

I can deal with his howling

But the click and drag of these houses...

There must be something that's left underneath

Something that they couldn't find

Or else I wouldn't keep living here

Or else I wouldn't be dying

A slow death in a warm bed

A slow death in a warm bed

An old friend a safe bet

A slow death in a warm bed

Imagine saying your goodnights

His side/your side

Say you can deal with some compromise

But for the rest of your life...?

There must be something you find hard to leave

Something he still provides

Or else you wouldn't keep living here

Or else you wouldn't be dying

A slow death in a warm bed

A slow death in a warm bed

An old friend a safe bet

A slow death in a warm bed