Sometimes, you're with him, enthroned upon his bed;
Sometimes, forgotten, inside the garden shed.
Sometimes, he's naughty, and sticks things to your head!

But sometimes, there's all his love instead.

Sometimes, he'll paint you a ghastly shade of red;

Sometimes, he'll treat you, like something from the dead.
Sometimes he'll unpick you, one thread by thread by thread:
But sometimes, there's all his love instead.


If you are lonely, and filled with despair,
It's sometimes only - he'll soon be there.


Sometimes, he's angry, and all you feel is dread.
Sometimes, he's crying, as all his hopes are fled.

But then he'll be sorry, and hold you to his head -
So sometimes, there's all your love instead;
Yes, sometimes, there's all your love instead.