It hadn't been a day when everything had turned out right She called me up and asked me to come over in the night To make her cups of tea and listen quietly as she starts To list the latest list of bastards who have trampled on her heart She summers by my seas But winters without me And she cries into her tea That she's secretly lonely. And oh me, what am I to do? It's obvious to me, But she never seems to see I see her in the nightclubs, I see her in the bars At rooftop after-parties, or crammed into friends' cars, And we talk about the weather, and how she drowns her pain in drink And I nod and never ever dare to tell her what I think She summers by my seas But winters without me, And she cries into her tea That she's secretly lonely. And oh me, what am I to do? It's obvious to me, But she never seems to see That it's not about the days when everything has turned out right Yeah it's more about the moments when she calls me in the night To make her cups of tea and wash the weary worries from her head And then to draw the pain out slowly as I put her into bed. And I slip this information Into all our conversations But she never seems to listen And she never seems to see