Lyrics:

There's no beast, obviously
The floor just creaks, obviously
The morning with coffee was snowy and sweet
And there was this small, snow-white dog who was barking at our feet, honestly
Honestly

Drove all day to the vacant beach
Grey mist hanging over the sea
Alleys clogged with magazines
And the boardwalk is empty
The house in the valley is open this week
Imagine the sea looking in at the slowly moving sheets - honestly
Honestly

If you feel weak, leave it to me
If you need sleep, leave it to me
Need a walk on the beach, leave it to me
Leave it to me, leave it to me

If you feel weak, leave it to me
If you need sleep, leave it to me
Need wool socks for your feet, leave it to me
Shoulder on which to sleep
And an ear into which to weep, leave it to me
Leave it to me, leave it

Leave it to me to not speak
When I pass you on the street
Leave it to me to feel weak
To run from you

To not speak
When I pass you on the street
Leave it to me to feel weak, I feel weak
Number thirty-three, leave it to me
Number thirty-three, leave it to me