All the lonely people, where do they all come from?

Please don't wake me, no don't shake me Leave me where I am I'm only sleeping

In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side, with your hands between your thighs, and a smile

It's like you try to get to heaven in a hurry, and the queue was shorter than you thought it would and the doorman says "you need to get a wrist band"

"...and even when you know the way it's gonna blow, it's hard to get around the wind."

"Tomorrow I'll be faster I'll catch what I've been chasing after And have time to play But I'm quite alright hiding today"

"You tell me "how can I put you off when you're a matter of urgency?" I've got a million things that I need to do, but they're all secondary"

I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck, or I did last time I checked.