Because he'd thought he'd never feel this way again
If he goes back to the house
Then things would go from bad to worse what could he do? He wants to remember things exactly as he left them on that Wednesday And if there is something else beyond, he isn't scared because
It's bound to be less boring than today
It's bound to be less boring than tomorrow
Hilary walked to her death because she couldn't think of anything to say Everybody thought that she was boring, so they never listened anyway Nobody was really saying anything of interest, she fell asleep She was into S&M and bible studies
Not everyone's cup of tea she would admit to me
Her cup of tea she would admit to no-one
Her cup of tea she would admit to me
Her cup of tea she would admit to no-one
Hilary went to the catholic church because she wanted information The vicar or whatever took her to one side and gave her confirmation Saint Teresa's calling her, the church up on the hill is looking lovely But it doesn't interest, the only thing she wants to know is How and why and where to go How and why and where to follow How and why and where to go How and why and where to follow
But if you are feeling sinister
Go off and see a minister
He'll try in vain to take away the pain of being a hopeless unbeliever
