4.47 Am (the Remains Of Our Love) Lyrics - Roger Waters

I just cowered in the corner 

My pyjama coat over my head 

And she smiled as she finished her sandwich 

And her cold eyes fixed me to my dark history 

As she brushed the remains 

Of our love from the bed 

And when she had turned back the covers 

When all of the prayers had been read 

She said, come on over here you silly boy 

Before you catch your death of cold 

I was only joking 

Let's leave behind the city grime 

Let's not compete 

It could be fine in the country 

Couldn't it though...come on lets go 

I said, OK 

[Young Child:] "Are we going to go now?" 

[Jade:] "Where would you like to go darling?" 

[Wife:] "Mmm...Vermont...Wyoming." 

[Jade:] "Wyoming...huh....Children!" 

[Children:] "What?" 

[Jade:] "We're going to Wyoming 

Darling...Which way is Wyoming?" 

[Wife:] "Hook a right here 

You're going the wrong way." 

[Jade:] "I know that 

I know children... 

Let's see how many...Volvos we pass 

On the way to our new life in the country 

...One 

[Wife:] "Jade, don't do that, that's really negative."