Lyrics:
I have a drop-leaf windowWith cats and broken yardsSunflowers and paint cansAnd stolen shopping cartsAnd nothing to be proud ofAnd nothing to regretAll of that to make as yetAll of that to make as yetI have a single heartbreakI celebrate and mournA single shining sisterAnd all the tricks of dawnA single yellow duvetA single switch to flickBut a thousand boxes yet to tickA thousand boxes yet to tickAnd Jesus is a Rochdale girlAnd forty-five CDsGot a house that you can smoke inSo all my friends found meAnd they found me full of myselfAnd bloody-minded willAnd as yet a box to fillAnd as yet a box to fill