Bedsitter - Marc Almond

Sunday morning going slow

I’m talking to the radio

Clothes and records on the floor

The memories of the night before

Out in club land having fun

And now I’m hiding from the sun

Waiting for a visitor

Though no-one knows I’m here for sure

Dancing laughing

Drinking loving

And now I’m all alone

In bedsit land

My only home

I think it’s time to cook a meal

To fill the emptiness I feel

Spend my money going out

I’ve nothing in I’m left without

Clean my teeth and comb my hair

And look for something new to wear

And start the night life over again

And kid myself I’m having fun

Dancing laughing

Drinking loving

And now I’m all alone

In bedsit land

My only home

I look out from my window view

There’s really nothing else to do

Read a book maybe write a letter

Mother, things are getting better

Watch the mirror count the lines

The battle scars of all the good times

Look around and I can see

A thousand people just like me

Dancing laughing

Drinking loving

And now I’m all alone

In bedsit land

My only home

Dancing, laughing, drinking, loving

I’m waiting for something

I’m only passing time