Splendid Isolation Lyrics

Leave me on the shelf

Among my anthologies of science fiction

Japanese tea

And my four poster bed

Leave me to myself

There's no cure for this terminal affliction

Nobody else

Needs to live in my head

Splendid isolation

Suits me fine

Down the corner store

Everything's past the date of expiration

Don't wanna walk

Any further than that

Going hard's a bore

Going home is a permanent temptation

To water the plants

Check the mail, feed the cat

I've got a Rega Planar

I've got a Neumann microphone

I've got a hotel bathrobe

And a pale yellow rotary telephone

Since you went away

There is no change in my general disposition

I had a world

That was waiting for me

Songs come every day

I don't need you to provide the ammunition

I'm eating fine

Paleo, gluten free

I've got my old New Yorkers

I've got the works of Raymond Jones

I've got my Call of Duty

And a pale yellow rotary telephone

Just a functioning rotary telephone

Please don't call on my rotary telephone

Just leave me in

Splendid isolation

Without you