Andrea Corr

I get up late
Make my way
Down the stairs
Move into the kitchen
I drink tea
Read the mail
Feel the cold
Find myself a sweater
Could there be
Anybody there
Anybody there to love me
Now you're gone
Get anybody there
Anybody there to hold me
I don't look up
I hear your voice
With a smile
Tell me I'm an asshole
Your giving up
You won't move on
And what is life
If there's no one there to share with
You say there'd be
Anybody there