Shall we go out dancing with the loon?
My best friend in the whole wide room
The night is never long enough
The morning whisper's, "All is not lost"
I hear you singing down the wire
And I fall open as a flower
You're the hope, you're what is left
When all has emptied and has fled

And I ask my Pa
Say, what'll I be?
And I ask the question
Like I know the answer already

And I'm falling, falling, I can't see
I don't know what is good for me
Lonely, lonely, lonely
Likes my company

Will you be nostalgia in the autumn?
Will you be the hell I've known of heaven?
Will you be the smile under my nose?
Will you be the naked I can't clothe?
Will you be the Welsh choir on the wind?
All roarin' and swearin' at the ocean
Will you be the ash of a well-tended fire?
Will you be the ambush of my desire?

I asked my Ma
What'll I do?
She said, "Shut your mouth if someone desires you"

And I'm falling, falling, I can't see
I don't know what is good for me
But lonely, lonely, lonely likes my company

And who'd dare to love me, and I'm a whore
I'm too exposed, honey, I'm rubbed raw
And all that makes it better is your touch

Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely, lonely loves my company
Lonely, lonely, lonely loves my touch

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Writer(s): Elizabeth Orton