Well I know you don't know the reason. And it's cold a sign of the season. 'Cause you're old and battered and beaten. And we'll grow til we hit the ceiling yeah. [Pre-Chorus]. Well I'll be better get away. Send a letter bombs away. [Chorus:]. You're covered in my skin. I couldn't imagine anyone else. I'm off for the weekend. I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself. Well it's gone and it's not returning. And your clothes and pictures are burning. 'Cause you're old and battered and beaten. And we'll grow til we hit the ceiling yeah. [Pre-Chorus]. [Chorus]. [Pre-Chorus]. [Chorus]. I couldn't imagine. Why you would save yourself