Текст песни Spoken - Nits

I get used to the city
The smoke and the chimneys
The men in the factories
Leaving the buildings
Of stone

I get used to the sound of the clocks in my room
The clocks are ticking
I'm walking alone
Home

I like the Rossetti drawing
Proserpine
The Lucian Freud
The Tompion clocks
Never had a woman in eighty-eight years

Isn't she here?
Isn't she here?
In time
In time
In time

I get used to living
Living alone
In a house full of clocks
A painting of
Stone

I get used to the city
The smoke and the chimneys
The men in the factories
Leaving the buildings