The CureLyrics
10.15. Saturday night. And the tap drips. Under the strip light. And I'm sitting. In the kitchen sink. And the tap drips. Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip. Waiting. For the telephone to ring. And I'm wondering. Where she's been. And I'm crying. For yesterday. And the tap drips. Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip. It's always the same.