歌词
I have a room with a cot and a fixture
And I have a cork in the last wine of winter
You have the eyes and the breath of a spider
And I own a mess and a pen and some paper
I have friends who drink in the cupboards
Rope for a neck and smoke for a brother
I hear taps ring out in the city
When I go for walks on late Friday evenings
You have a hold and a kiss that are oh so
And my eyes are cold and as grey as my billfold
So I have a room and you should come over
Cause it has a roof and the last wine of winter
