The flowers you gave me are rotting
And still I refuse to throw them
Away
Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully
They might, so I'm waiting and staying
Awake
Things I have loved I'm allowed
To keep
I'll never know if I go
To sleep

Eaaa, ahh
A-da-dum
A-da-dum
Bum, ba-da-dum
Waau
Ba-daam

The papers around me are piling and twisting
Regina the paperback mummy
What then
I'm taking the knife to the books that I own
And I'm chopping and chopping and boiling
Soup from stone
Things I have loved I'm allowed
To keep
I'll never know if I go
To sleep
Things I have loved I'm allowed
To keep
I'll never know if I go
To sleep