Bedsitter (Live at Eventim Apollo London, November 2021)# Songtext
von Soft Cell

Sunday morning, going slow
I′m talking to the radio
Clothes and records on the floor
The memories of the night before

Out in Clubland, having fun
And now I'm hiding from the sun
Waiting for a visitor
Though no one knows I′m here for sure

Dancing
Laughing
Drinking
Loving
And now I'm all alone in bedsit land
My only home

I think it's time to cook a meal
To fill the emptiness I feel
Spend my money going out
I′ve nothing in, I′m left without


Clean my teeth and comb my hair
And look for something new to wear
And start the night life over again
And kid myself I'm having fun

Dancing
Laughing
Drinking
Loving
And now I′m all alone in bedsit land
My only home

I look out from my window view
There's really nothing else to do
Read a book, maybe write a letter
Mother, things are getting better

Watch the mirror, count the lines
The battle scars of all the good times
Look around, and I can see
A thousand people just like me


Dancing
Laughing
Drinking
Loving
And now I′m all alone in bedsit land
My only home

Dancing (I'm waiting)
Laughing (for something)
I′m drinking (I'm only passing time)
Loving
And now I'm all alone in bedsit land
My only home

Dancing (I′m waiting)
Laughing (for something)
I′m drinking (I'm only passing time)
Loving