| Batten up the hatches, here comes the cold | 
| I can feel it creeping, it’s making me old | 
| You give me so much love that it blows my brains out | 
| You need something better than the bacon and eggs | 
| The creaking in the walls and the banging in the bed | 
| You give me so much love that it blows my brains out | 
| Summer rain, dripping down your face again | 
| Summer rain, praying someone feels the same | 
| Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle | 
| Leave all this misery behind | 
| My love giving me head, feeling very guilty, breaking the bread | 
| Losing my attention, taking the world on So batten up the hatches, here comes the cold | 
| I can feel it creeping, it’s making me old | 
| You give me so much love that it blows my brains out | 
| Summer rain, dripping down your face again | 
| Summer rain, praying someone feels the same | 
| Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle | 
| Leave all this misery behind | 
| My love, my love, my love, my love oh my love | 
| Summer rain, dripping down your face again | 
| Summer rain, praying someone feels the same | 
| Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle | 
| Leave all this misery behind | 
| Summer rain, dripping down your face again | 
| Summer rain, praying someone feels the same | 
| Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle | 
| Leave all this misery behind | 
| Leave all this misery behind | 
| Leave all this misery behind | 
| Leave all this misery behind |