I haven't locked the door, br Nor lit the candles, br You don't know, don't care, br That tired I haven't the strength br To decide to go to bed. br Seeing the fields fade in br The sunset murk of pine-needles, br And to know all is lost, br br That life is a cursed hell: br I've got drunk br On your voice in the doorway. br I was sure you'd come back.