Текст: Saint Etienne. Postman.

On a fog bound morning
With my frozen tiger feet
All done, so I clocked off early
Walked down our street

Oh no
Oh no

Do I really deserve this?
Silhouettes at the window
It's so hard to believe this
Silhouettes at the window
I was only lonely, only thinking of you

I suspected nothing
Put all my trust in you
Now my pride's in a thousand pieces
World slides from view

Oh no
Oh no

Do I really deserve this?
Silhouettes at the window
It's so hard to believe this
Silhouettes at the window
I was only lonely, only thinking of you