Colour pictures of re-entry. Voices calling down the hall. I wanted you to know. You're the only one that bent me. This far out of shape. Don't make no mistake.
There's a set of rickety stairs. In between my heart and my head. And there ain't much that ever bothers going up them. Here we go at it again. And once it's started it's so tricky to stop.
Lazy afternoon strolls make for her howls. At the trees. Going home with trouble written in dirt on. Her knees. There's nowhere else to be. Off into the long grass I want her to drag me away.
Come down tapping on the glass. As I lock the passenger door. Somehow it got in the back. Now I can't relax anymore. Last night got a hold of me. I can't wrestle free from my head.
The Railway Arch Confessional. I wrote your name in white emulsion. I drift away with silver faces on display. . I wake up in an ice cold sweat and my skin.
Tiger eyelashes, summer wine. Goosebump soup and Honey Pie. Piggy in the middle I'm the baddest daddy. About to make my golden move. Apocalyptic lipstick campaign.
Ah. Bad habits. Sick puppy. Thigh high. Knee deep. . Do you wanna hold hands?. Should we get back down?. She wanna slow dance?. . Should've known, little girl that you'd do me wrong.