Untitled Lyrics - Tindersticks

Nothing came under 

The rays remained in the sun that day 

And life isn't full of surprises 

You think you could steal in 

Pop over the wall in the middle of the night 

Climb out of those heavy boots and clothes 

And into that cool blue 

You're not even dipping your toe 

I find this bed too big now 

It's like those people you see on the way to work 

Stuck in an endless queue of traffic 

Each one in their own individual car 

Half of them coming from the same place 

Going to the same place 

Going nowhere 

They could quarter the amount of cars by sharing a lift 

Go on the bus, wipe out all the cars 

I should rid myself of this bed, get myself a cardboard box 

No waste of space 

No force of empty wasted space for your body to create it's dent in 

I miss your back 

You're back, how are you? 

What are you up to? getting on okay? 

Fuck off 

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Eighteen months ago they moved in here 

The scrap metal dealer to one side 

And divorced violinist to the other 

Each morning we'd wake to the same chorus 

Of cookers and fridges being dragged on their sides across the concrete 

Accompanied by ravel's bolero 

At first this was the best sound we'd ever heard 

Hammer a six inch nail into my right ear 

Shove a red hot poker up my nose 

Make me walk on hot coals and broken glass 

Gouge out my eyes with a cocktail stick 

Rip my fingernails off 

The pain would be so much easier than doing nothing to me at all 

It was that dream again, when I was on the table 

There was bright lights, and laurence olivier out of 'the marathon man' staring down at me 

As they unbuttoned my coat and unravelled my sweater 

And the shirt and the vest peeled 

And said "did something die in here? " 

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So, whose bed you been sleeping in then? 

Some poncey arsehole I'll bet 

I can see you there 

And it fucking hurts 

God, I want to buy you bagels and cream cheese for breakfast 

Run down the corner shop without my undies or socks on 

Make some fresh coffee, hop back into your warm bed 

And have those chats I miss so much 

Another coffee? cigarette? 

Fancy going to the pub later 

God, it's good to see you 

You always cheer me up