[Verse 1]

Sitting in a mess still undressed

As the kettle whistle blows

Paperback novelette still open

And the door is closed

[Pre-Chorus]

You got a real sick mind

You write a column for The Times

For all the lovers gone blind

Who are looking for a sign

[Chorus]

And when the night is over

And the drugs are gone

All you've got is your four leaf clover

You keep inside your coat

And when the night is over

And the drugs are gone

You feel the world is getting colder

You got no one to hold

[Verse 2]

Six pages down and she's lighting up

Her trainwreck soul

She was abandoned by her lover

Left by the road

So apalling, scrawling those bullshit words

It's thirsty work

She'll stumble down to the boozer

Just to have a flirt

[Pre-Chorus]

You got a real sick mind

You write a column for The Times

For all the lovers gone blind

Who are looking for a sign

[Chorus]

And when the night is over

And the drugs are gone

All you've got is your four leaf clover

You keep inside your coat

And when the night is over

And the drugs are gone

You feel the world is getting colder

You got no one to hold

You got no one to hold

[Bridge]

You got a real sick mind

You got a real sick mind

[Chorus]

And when the night is over

And the drugs are gone

All you've got is a four leaf clover

You keep inside your coat

And when the night is over

And the drugs are gone

You feel the world is getting colder

You got no one to hold

[Outro]

You got no one to hold

You got no one to hold

You got no one to hold