We've been a running away from
Something that we both know
We've long run out of things to say
And I think I'd better go
So don't you be getting excited
When you hear that slamming door
Cause there'll be one less set of footsteps
On your floor
In the morning
And we've both been a hiding from something
That should've never gone this far
But after all it's what we've done
That makes us what we are
And you've been a talking in silence
Well, if it's silence you adore
Then there'll be one less set of footsteps
On your floor
In the morning
Well, there'll be one less set of footsteps
On your floor
One less man to walk on
One less pair of jeans upon your door
And one less voice a talking
But tomorrow's a dream away
Today has turned to dust
Your silver tongue has turned to clay
And your golden rule to rust
Well, honey
If that's the way that you want it
Well, that's the way I want it more
And there'll be one less set of footsteps
On your floor
In the morning
Well, there'll be one less set of footsteps
On your floor
And one less man to walk on
One less pair of jeans upon your door
And one less voice a talking
But tomorrow's a dream away
Today has turned to dust
Your silver tongue has turned to clay
And your golden rule to rust
Well, honey
If that's the way that you want it
Well, that's the way I want it more
And there'll be one less set of footsteps
On your floor
In the morning