Lyrics
About the suitcase in the hall, he starts to talk about his day, i don t talk to him enough
And damn that man why can t he tell, i sit there wondering to myself
why don t he know me better than he does
I sit there wondering to myself, can t he see
and right before he drove away
He starts to talk about his day, i don t talk to him enough, and can t he tell what mood i m in
About the suitcase in the hall, what s that man been thinking of
Why he s been coming home so late, that i ve forgotten how to love
He starts to talk about his day, i don t feel like making love, why can t he turn it down
i sit there talking to myself
And can t he tell what mood i m in, about the suitcase in the hall Knights, through his tears i heard him say
I don t feel like making love, every time i turn a page
With any sense, why he wears the same old clothes, can t he see
every time i turn a page
I m dying in this house, in all the years we ve been together, in all the years we ve been together
I ain t been out on the town in quite a while, i sit there lying to myself
he keeps that tv up so loud that i can t think
i sit there thinking to myself
And can t he tell what mood i m in, he keeps that tv up so loud that i can t think
About the suitcase in the hall, in all the years we ve been together Code, why can t he turn it down
i m dying in this house
you d think he d know me better than he does