Ed Harcourt

One, Two, Three, Four, ...

I've been working overtime
Wondering when the end is nigh
Why you've been so good to me
I only sing the saddest keys

I'm sticking around
I'm sticking around
I'm sticking around
You will get rid of me

I will never be content
With an insult or a compliment
I've got some stuff that I've left behind
A revolution and a beautiful lie

I'm sticking around
I'm sticking around
I'm sticking around
You won't get rid of me