Letterbox -

I left it in the letterbox

The taps all drip and nothing locks

And the water takes a while to heat

And there is usually nothing much to eat

The neighbours play Jack Johnson covers

Never heard of modern lovers

My housemates drank the Golden Ball

The house is cluttered, cold and small

There should be champagne instead of gin

But I don’t care, you’re moving in

The piano’s really out of tune

I saw a mouse run through my room

But I bought a new toothbrush for you

See, mine is blue and yours is blue

The tulips on the table died

But there’s bicycles for you to ride

No microwave and no TV

But there’s lots of books and, sometimes, me

I’m putting all my shit in boxes

Throwing out my life before

Packing up my tricks and hoaxes

I don’t need them anymore

And I hope you like it here, yeah, I hope you like it here

Oh, I hope you like it here, yeah, I hope you like it here

I left it in the letterbox

The taps all drip and nothing locks

And I won’t be there to let you in

But it’s your house now, and I have been

All by myself with all your letters

I have been living alone

I wish this place was so much better

But I don’t care, you’re coming home

And I hope you like it here, yeah, I hope you like it here

Oh, I hope you like it here, yeah, I hope you like it here