And the paint's peeling off of my walls
In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette
And I wonder what I'm doing
There's a knock on the door
And just for a second I thought
Now I can think for myself
And things I just don't understand
I don't think it meant anything to you
It's the 'friend' that I'd left in the hallway
A candlelit shadow on a wall near the bed
But are 'friends' electric?
And now I've no-one to love
So I found out your reasons
For the phone calls and smiles
And I should never have tried
You see it meant everything to me