I've only got a piano
And a few clichés
I've got a chair to sit on
And a bed for two
I have a bunch of stories
for going to sleep
I've got an alarm which is broken
So that I don't have to get up
I've got a bookcase full of books
But I don't know much
I've got a room in the cellar
From a castle in the air
I've got a wardrobe full of clothes
Eaten by the moths
And I live like loose teeth
In a denture
But if that suffices
If that suffices
If, for you, that suffices
Then stay here
Stay here
I've got a head with a thousand dreams
And a lack of money
I've got many big plans
Which I've always postponed
I've got a house which isn't mine
And an old bike
And probably I'll die
Without anything
Without anything
(Chorus)
I've only got a heart that works
I've only got a heart that works
For the rest, little works
For the rest, nothing works
For the rest, little to nothing works
To little to nothing, nothing, nothing
(Chorus)