Tindersticks: Bathtime

# Theres a city filth that lingers # # All over my naked hands # Deep into the weave of the clothes I wear # # And every step brings another # # Every hour adds some more # Till Im on the other side leaning on your door # Are the taps running, darling? # Is the air thick with steam? # Can I find some place to cry these tears of shame? # # Every step brings another # # Every hour adds some more # Till Im on the other side leaning on your door # # Theres a smell so sweet its sickly # # It