Threads-Evans The Death

I haven’t washed in four days And I’ve had no good reason My dressing gown is my choice Of apparel for this season So I stare at the cat for a while And the minutes have changed into miles I can’t face the thought of getting up And I shan’t open the door And I certainly won't draw the curtains What would I do that for? So I stare at the cat for a while And the minutes have changed into miles And I’m too tired to walk When I'm watching the shopping channel I will think of you. When I'm making a sandwich I will think of you. When I try and get to sleep I will think of you.