BBC - The Greeting Committee

Pull apart every loose end

From the ways I gave in

It’s not that bad but there’s nothing left

Here for you

And I was folding

In the backroom

And you were holding

Onto something you

Just can’t get

You just can’t get when there’s

Nothing left here for you

You always found ways to cling in my hand

And I’ve been ripping you off ever since

It’s not that bad but there’s nothing left

Here for you

And I was folding

In the backroom

And you were holding

Onto something you

Just can’t get

You just can’t get when there’s

Nothing left here for you