Well I know you don't know the reason

And it's cold, a sign of the season

'cause you're old, and battered and beaten

And we'll grow, til we hit the ceiling, yeah...

[Pre-chorus]

Well I'll be better, get away

Send a letter, bombs away.

[Chorus]

You're covered in my skin

I couldn't imagine anyone else

I'm off for the weekend

I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself.

Well it's gone and it's not returning

And your clothes and pictures are burning

'cause you're old, and battered and beaten

And we'll grow, til we hit the ceiling, yeah...

[Pre-chorus]

Well I'll be better, get away

Send a letter, bombs away.

[Chorus]

You're covered in my skin

I couldn't imagine anyone else

I'm off for the weekend

I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself.

[Pre-chorus]

Well I'll be better, get away

Send a letter, bombs away.

[Chorus]

You're covered in my skin

I couldn't imagine anyone else

I'm off for the weekend

I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself.

I couldn't imagine

Why you would save yourself.