Lonely in the Dark (live demo)

How I'd like to drink with you in your kitchen late at night
How we'd talk
Don't be lonely in the dark

I see you in that chair
Come to life, come to England

Well the squirrel leaps on the sycamore bones
And in my nose is the gentle sting of winter
And I picture you on a walk in the hills
Were your fingers red when you walked in England?

Well the man in the sky might be married now
The wind may have carried your bonnet down
But now you're unburied we won't forget
That you lived alone, you lived alone

How I'd like to drink with you in your kitchen late at night
How we'd talk
Don't be lonely in the dark