I left Howse without a fucking clue
And left New York City, girl, without you
But the sun does shine in this place some days
And even when there´s clouds, there isn´t always rain
I´ll stow away my greys
In a padlocked case in a padlocked room
Only to be released when I sing all the songs I wrote about you
This is the last one I´ll do

Now I´m free in parentheses
And I´m not sure what I ought to do with it
It sits in the house, bright eyes and raised hands
If I ignore its advances then the hand goes down

I´ll stow away my greys
In a padlocked case and in a padlocked room
Only to be released
When I sing all the songs I wrote about you
Oh, this is the last one I´ll do

I feel better and better and worse and then better
Than ever, than ever, than ever
I feel much better, and better, and worse and then better
Than ever, than ever, than ever, than ever

I´ll stow away my greys
In a padlocked case and in a padlocked room
Only to be released
When I see you walking around with someone new
This is the last song, this is the last song
This is the last song I´ll write about you