Brain engages mouth. Mouth expresses thoughts. Of how we shared those fun fair rides. Beneath the brightness of the night. . Time can crowd the head. Like a sardine can.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . As much as I love you. As much as I care. I just can't pretend that. The problem's not there. We know all the boundaries. From where we both stand.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . I heard the stomping of feet dancing. On the wooden floor upstairs. I wasn't in the mood for laughing. So I sat silent in my chair.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . I lied to you, I've cheated too. So what friend can I be. But still you stick through thick and thin. Hoping that you'll change me.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . He's taking her away. He's acting like a general. Generally his game is so familiar. He wants her to play. With a toaster and a kettle.
WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.. . Business as usual at the harmony home.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . Today is none of our concern. That rewarding cigarette. That burns slowly by the bed. Fills the room with mystery. The apple ripens on the tree.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . When this young man comes rolling home. The lamp posts move and in the road. I sing and dance in falling rain. It's good to be back home again.
I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste. A flannel for my face. Pajamas, a hairbrush. New shoes and a case. I said to my reflection. Let's get out of this place.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . What have I done. What did I say. Am I the one. You can not face. When I need love. I look to you. But when I search I can not trace.
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(Difford/Tilbrook). . I'm down the lane on Sunday morning. Hung over and forever yawning. I look for trousers that will fit me. She buys a yellow shirt that's sickly.
Striking matches an' I'm smokin' cigarettes. Puttin? on a kettle, playin? a cassette. Foldin? up the papers, rubbin? my eyes. Thinkin? of all that happened last night.
Tonight there? s wind. Tonight there? s rain. Tonight I sleep. With myself again. . I punch the pillow. Into a mound. With this frustration. That I have found.
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(Difford/Tilbrook). . Some Americans are very pretty. Some Americans are very shy. Some Americans are Disney people. Some Americans eat apple pie. Some Americans scare me, the leader of the pack.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . He raped her with his eyes the minute she walked into the office as she stretched to hang her coat behind the door he beamed a smile so big she could have filled it with helium and flown off across the countryside he tried very hard to invite her out for lunch but like most women she could sense the underlying note of danger her instincts kept him at a safe distance and then he made her a coffee and the steam rose across her face.
She was washin' the dishes. When she burst into tears. It was the time of the month. She was up to her ears. . I put my arms 'round her neck. I said sit down a while.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . Yes I cried the moment that her hand slapped my face. A mouth full of sandwich went all over the place. She left like a tornado the door of course slammed.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . He wants to be glorified. And swallowed in fame. He wants to be a hero. Like Kurt Cobain. Playing his guitar. With it hung round his knees.