While chimneys seep
My room is dark
The wardrobe sees you sleep
There's nothing here
But rumbles from our street,
And I'm left wanting more.

I've tried to ask, but
While stooping down
Your mouth began to gasp
"Oh look at that,
I think I'd better pass"
So I'm left wanting more.

Given time and a cheap dark room
And I will show you
All the love and wonder
You could buy.

This town lies calm
The low sun climbs
And if you give me time
I'll take you in my arms
And tend you like a vine
But I'm left wanting more.