No one sits down, he's just got in
His foot on the table, his hand under 'is chin
No one devours my breakfast; he's hungry
No one is always early
No one I got little presents for you
What would I've become, if it wasn't for you
My collection of pieces - there you go
All this is yours
No one, no one knows me like you do
I admit it all, by all means I do
Not one disappointment, not one single time
But you don't give a dime
No one, look, I'm not growing anymore
My hands are my feet, no one look at me once more
Soon I will have vanished, and all that is left
Is thy humble self
No one, what is it you’re asking for?
Always do I find you here
No one, what is it you’re asking for?
From me?
From me?
From me...