Furniture -

Ever loved, ever lost somebody to it

But you try to go on, oh

And I love you still

But it just sends me spinning

Try to be somebody that you aren’t, but

You give it a go, oh

It’s a sad affair, when your mousy hair

Gets tangled, all your independence is strangled

We are furniture

She doesn’t see me, I don’t see her

I spend half the seconds half my days

In posh lady’s clothes

With films that scare

The people show each other

And I’m so tired, of the rhythm and the patterns

Of our daily lives

The fun is gone

We are furniture

She doesn’t see me, I don’t see her

We are furniture

She doesn’t see me, I don’t see her, her, her

Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

We are furniture, we are furniture

We are furniture, we are furniture

We are furniture, we are furniture