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His family taught him right from wrong
With local tales and children's songs
Sunday school was his shelter
With his friends Joe and Walter
Now those days seem far away
An empty swing where he once played
Now Bill's grown so fat and bald
He never thought that he'd grow old
And everyday when he gets the train
Looks out the window and thinks in vain
If I could only be that boy again
His sales job it gets him down
Same old faces, same old sounds
Heart attacks, orthopaedic backs
Documents in labelled racks
His wife can't stand the sight of him
With his routine glass of gin
She makes his lunch of processed ham
And waits in for the meter man
And everyday when he gets the train
Looks out the window and thinks in vain
If I could only be that boy again
If he could be that boy again
Another day, another gin
His kids don't even notice him
Something different about his face
His happy smile seems out of place
His family gathered round for tea
Eyes fixed on their new telly
News flash came, then it said
Bill McCai was just found dead
No more windows, no more trains
Hung himself out in the rain
Now he’ll never be that boy again
And we say
Bye, bye Bill
McCai
Bye, bye Bill
McCai
Bye, bye Bill
McCai
Boy at the window watches them come and go
Passing carnavals and midnight shows
But autumn's lonely and summer's gone
Winter's sleeping through his evening song
Family photograph on the mantlepiece
Was he once there or is it all a dream
Sister Rosie dancing down the road
Sees her secrets but never they are told
What does ?????
No one knows
Never moves from his window
His mother's meetings with his auntie Mo
Currant buns dear you used to love them so
Tells these stories to no one but the night
He's not surprised when he gets no reply
Started beauty ??? some sweet serenade
He's done his duty now he must be saved
Funeral march is beckoning calling out his name
Time for him to go now isn't that a shame
Well isn't that a shame
Isn't that a shame
Well isn't that a shame
Where does he go
No one knows
Now he's gone from his window
(Aaaaaaah)
At first you'll trust him with your life
Then you will come to realise
He only wants you for your blood
There's no reflexion where he stood
Nosferatu
When death confronts you in the night
Seek the shelter in the light
Or you'll lie sleeping in your tomb
Awake to nothing but your doom
Nosferatu
Nosferatu
Nosferatu
Nosferatu
(etc)
Good times go bad
Good times go bad
When good times go bad
When good times go bad
(Woooooo)
At the back of my mind
Haunted by the thoughts that pass me by
Remember the time
When happiness was just a lie
Memories of the seven seas
Where the autumn leaves kept me calm beneath
Like a leaf to a tree you belong to me
Not even summers bloom can compare to you
You can beg and plead but you'll never be free
You belong to me
You belong to me
Staring at the ceiling
Feels like I've got no feeling
Waltzing with the wind
As my innocence foxtrots my sin
So far away from yesterday
And the games we played in the daisychains
Like a leaf to a tree you belong to me
Not even summers bloom can compare to you
You can beg and plead but you'll never be free
You belong to me
aaaaaaaah
Like a leaf to a tree you belong to me
Not even summers can compare to you
You can beg and plead but you'll never be free
You belong to me
You belong to me
You belong to me
You belong to me