歌词
Last time I was round your house
I needed no invitation
I strolled right through your very open door.
Now it’s full of strangers,
I can’t count the changes,
How things will shift.
It’s different than before.
Now you give to strangers what you once kept just for me,
Now you fan your favours out for free.
Is retiring my nature the fee I have to pay?
I miss you, there’s nothing else to say.
Once I had your ear
and you would prize my conversation,
Once I had permission for your bed.
Now I feel a parasite, now I feel a louse,
It’s the last time I’ll be round your house.
Written by: Glenn Richards
