Lyrics
Well, she crept back in the house at half past three
Shook her head to see him snoring in his sleep
"If he really loved me," she said
"I wouldn't have to be so mean"
He's a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer
He sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor
It's evidence of what he was like
He likes to remember when
Sha-la-li, sha-la-li-lo-li, the end is growing near
And we're treading water now and holding back our tears
And the day is rising, we're sinking
Sha-lie-lie-lo-lie
In a minute, it will all be coming down
And they know it now, but no one makes a sound
It's such a shame to ruin this bright, lazy, sunny day
Sha-la-lie, sha-la-lie-lo-lie, the end is growing near
And we're treading water now and holding back our tears
And the day is rising, we're sinking
Sha-lie-lie-lo-lie
My, my, the cruelest lies are often told without a word
My, my, the kindest truths are often spoke but never heard
She said, "You've been pushing me like I was a sore tooth
You can't respect me 'cause I've done so much for you"
He said, "Well, I hate that it's come to this
But, baby, I was doing fine
How do you think that I survived the other 25 before you?"
Sha-la-lie, sha-la-lie-lo-lie, the end is growing near
And we're treading water now and holding back our tears
And the day is rising, we're sinking
Sha-lie-lie-lo-lie
