jetty dressed and bunker bound   shuffling through the heather   neighbors drop their flowers down   and worry about the weather      everynight I’m floating over you my love   everynight I dream I’m under you      all of the smiling men with sweaty hands   delivering widows’ pensions   won’t you please accept our sympathy   in two or three dimensions      everynight I’m floating over you my love   everynight I’m drifting under you      don’t want to think about my last cigarette   don’t want to focus on the curve of your thigh   don’t want to slip along your white silhouette   I don’t think this is a very sensible way to die      lonely, lonely      every night I’m floating over you my love   every night I dream I’m under you      well I’m alter bound and under dressed   and just slightly out of order   hanging on the fringe of daylight   soft and pitchy border      every night I’m floating over you my love   every night I’m slipping under you   oh, everynight I’m floating over you my love   everynight I dream I’m under you   lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely   oh, I’m so lonely