The Only Unforgivable Thing Marillion

The only unforgivable thing
Hauls itself out of bed
Looks over my shoulder
At the Bloodyenglishweather
The only unforgivable thing
Waits for me in the corner of the room
Laughs as I clean my teeth
Laughs as I rub at my eyes

The only unforgivable thing
Is curled up in the wardrobe with my clothes
Sticks like chicken bones in my throat
Ruins the ritual Sunday lunchtimes

The only unforgivable thing
Watches itself with me
Every night on the tv
Follows me across the park
As I go out walking in the dark
Waits for me in the kitchen cupboards

The only unforgivable thing
The only unforgivable thing

We will close down
Hide in the corner of the
Lost and Found
For to live without the ground
Is so unsound
Gravity would only pull us down