All your best friends' telephones
Never cooled from the heat of your hand.
There's a line in a front-page story,
13 horses that also-ran.
Climb in your old umbrella.
Does it have a nasty tear in the dome?
But the rain only gets in sometimes
And the sun never leaves you alone,
You alone, you alone, you alone, you alone, you alone.
Never cooled from the heat of your hand.
There's a line in a front-page story,
13 horses that also-ran.
Climb in your old umbrella.
Does it have a nasty tear in the dome?
But the rain only gets in sometimes
And the sun never leaves you alone,
You alone, you alone, you alone, you alone, you alone.