I'm in a vest. . Library pictures of the quickening canoe. The first of its kind to get to the moon. Trust some ellipses to chase you 'round the room.
Do you still feel younger than you thought you would by now. Or darling, have you started feeling old yet?. Don't worry, I'm sure that you're still breaking hearts.
Try and think of something colourful for this season. Pull the wool over the gullible for no reason. You are all I have these days, shake it up and run away.
You got the lights on in the afternoon. And the nights are drawn out long. And you're kissing to cut through the gloom. With a cough drop coloured tongue.
Blind faith, heartache. Mind games, mistakes. My sweet fireball. My sweet rigmarole. . I want it all. I want it all. . Old dogs, new tricks. Can you feel it?.
Stop making the eyes at me. And I'll stop making the eyes at you. And what it is that surprises me. Is that I don't really want you to. And your shoulders are frozen.
Last night these two bouncers and one of em's alright. The other one's the scary. And his way or no way, totalitarian. . He's got no time for you. Looking or breathing.
I can't explain but I wanna try. There's this image of you and I. And it goes dancing by. In the morning and the night time. . There's all these secrets that I can't keep.
Fake Tales of San Francisco. Echo through the room. More point to a wedding disco. Without a bride or groom. . There's a super cool band yeah. With their trilbies and their glasses of white wine.
Break a mirror, roll the dice. Run with scissors through a chip-pan firefight. Go into business with a grizzly bear. But just don't sit down 'cause I've moved your chair.
Have you got colour in your cheeks?. Do you ever get the fear that you can't shift the type. That sticks around like summat in your teeth?. Are there some aces up your sleeve?.
He knew what he wanted to say. But he did not want to word it. The dirty little Herbert. Was seeking an escape. But the place was well guarded. . The guiltyness that started.
I so wanted it long but she cut it short. And now I'm catching a cold. I told you not but no crack in the doobie. But it was already rolled. . Oh, I turned down my lights.
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory. You were practicing a magic trick. And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed. On the last of your pick and mix.
I thought I saw you in the Battleship. But it was only a look-a-like. She was nothing but a vision trick. Under the warning light. She was close. Close enough to be your ghost.
My baby wants to drive the train. But don't you let her, don't you let her touch the tracks. I said my baby wants to drive the train. Well all aboard yeah, and don't forget to mind the gap.
Top marks for not trying. So kind of you to bless us with your effortlessness. We're grateful and so strangely comforted. . Are you putting us under. Cause we can't take our eyes.
Lately I've been seeing things. Belly button piercings. In the sky at night when we're side by side. And I don't mean to rain on anybody's cabroilet. One of those games you're gonna lose.
Arabella's got some interstellar gator skin boots. And a Helter Skelter 'round her little finger and I ride it endlessly. She's got a Barbarella silver swimsuit.
I'm going back to 505. If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive. In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side. With your hands between your thighs.