A Beautiful Shape

I’m gloomy as my oldest pair of shoes
I’m happy as the smile upon your face
I’m drunk like a soldier after war
I’m waiting like a gaoler on death row
A quiet life with my wife
Is all I need for goodness sake
The things I make they have no use
But they have the most beautiful shape
I’m dreaming like I’ve always had to dream
I’m saying the things I want to say
I’m losing all of my friends
Should I keep the curtains drawn?
A quiet life with my wife
Is all I need for goodness sake
The things I make they have no use
But they have the most beautiful shape