Testo A Get Together

we're all moving for the end of this elegy
and we're all staying in at least i'd rather be
it's too cold outside for them

i'd rather stay i'm not a drunk
i swept my promise to a trunk and left myself sinking in sand
alone head in hand
every night i see the same
the people falling in with dead expressions on their face
it caught them all again
now its too cold outside for them

i'd rather stay i'm not a drunk
i swept my promise to a trunk and left myself sinking in sand
alone head in hand
for a day

we're all moving for the end of this elegy
and we're all staying in at least i'd rather be
it's too cold outside for them