Lyrics:

a phonebook full of accidents

a girl to drive your car

a suit to wear on mondays

and a coat a magazine

a heavy rain a holiday

a painting of the wall

a knife a fork and memories

a light to see it all

you didn't leave me anything

that i can understand

hey i never meant that stuff

i want to turn you round

dominoes a pack of cards

a picture of the queen

a dress to wear on sundays

and a handle for the door

a letter that i sent for you

a note you left for me

a wave a pack of cigarettes

a pocket full of beads

you didn't leave me anything

that i can understand

hey i never meant that stuff

i want to turn you on

you didn't leave me anything

that i can understand

hey i never meant that stuff

i want to turn you round

you didn't leave me anything

that i can understand

hey i never meant that stuff

i want to turn you on

the sound of people getting drunk

a ceiling and a sky

a bank that's full of promises

a telephone that lies

a visit from your doctor

he crawls in through the door

a mirror you can look in

so that you know where you are

you didn't leave me anything

that i can understand

hey i never meant that stuff

i want to turn you round

you didn't leave me anything

that i can understand

now i'm left with all of this

a room full of your trash