And speaking of
Little Miss Catherine...
I feel swell, oh well
Because losing you
Was something I always...

Did so well
I guess I just can´t tell anymore

And the feeling I get when I see your clothes
Spread out on my floor:
Oh, I´m such a bore, I´m such a bore
I don´t do anything anymore
I just count these ceiling tiles falling through my floor

Sorry, I merely lost my head
I´m sorry, I merely lost my head
But you know those words that you said
They get stuck here in my head
And this feeling I dread? It makes me wish I was dead

Or just alone instead, I´ll be alone instead
I don´t need anyone in my bed

Just these ceiling tiles falling through my head

Sorry, I really lost my head
Oh, I´m so sorry, I really lost my head

Oh, those words you said