Angelo Badalamenti, John Clifford. . I hold no grudge. There's no resentment und'neath. I'll extend the laurel wreath and we'll be friends. But right there is where it ends.
Oh stairs ... you look so high tonight. CLIMBIN' UP with all my might. Where I got no heart to be. 'Cause he ain't comin' home no more.. . Oh room ... I'm all alone with you.