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