When you moved into the warehouses
Did you trade all heat and light
Just to get to stay up painting at night
Our severed chats made it all right
In a textbook tourist trip
A brief digression with the down and out
Will you tell your friends about it?
Not a single work came out of this palace
Solo, you'll be the one to choose which debts deter you
Complete the work that you must do
Release the ones that hold you
You'll have to read a thousand books before you get your own ideas
How the stacks will amount in arrears
Of failed resolutions from past new years
Your stiff lip holds the tears
Body's changing gears
It's got us saying "oh dear"