My Finest Hour-The Lodger

You're on a holiday You never wanted It's nice to get away This flat is haunted I made some plans to stay With those who know me But now you've made a play And now you throw me Into your arms, I have no choice And in your palms, I have no voice This is my finest hour Who's given all this power to me? This is my finest hour Though it has all gone sour for me This is my finest hour Who's given all this power to me? There comes a time to make A big decision To plan your great escape With great precision You always were a fake And superficial The lengths that you would take It's now official Shout from the roof, and the top of your voice You have your proof, and you've made your choice This is my finest hour Who's given all this power to me? This is my finest hour Though it has all gone sour for me This is my finest hour Who's given all this power to me? Let's see you without your make-up And try to clear up this mess You're crying but all that it takes up Is both of our unhappiness This is my finest hour Who's given all this power to me? This is my finest hour Though it has all gone sour for me This is my finest hour Who's given all this power to me?