Look at you, could I have been so foolish and so green?. A face that smiled at every passing scene. Look at you, you're lost behind the web of woven time.
I feel like a boy with a problem. I can't believe what we've forgotten. And I even slapped your face and made you cry. . It's the last thing I want to do.
WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.. . Pacing through the flickering light.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . With her hair up in his fingers. The fish and chips smell lingers. Under amber streetlamps. She holds the law in her hands. The moistness of the damp night.
Trust in me my tongue is weeping. Words of love you must be needing. Trust me for the only reason. That our love will never weaken. Trust in me as someone you love.
She sat at the dressing room table. He flicked through the channels on cable. While talking of love in whispers. Voices humming like dusty transistors.
She's independent, she's a modern woman. She needs no prompting on her should and shouldn't. It's always bosses, who wish that she wouldn't. . Files in the cabinet, so neatly numerical.
(difford/tilbrook). . Power station by the river. Grinding slowly to a stop. Clock still ticking on the mantle. Flames still flicker on the log. Coffee brewing in the kitchen.
WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.. . Talking to demons that fly through the room.
Slaughtered gutted and heartbroken. With no spirit or no soul. My emotions have been stolen. Love has left me with this hole. . Now my heart's a deep dark cavern.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . Tonight I take her from her parents. I came along to her rescue. Without a word about arrangements. She came along without a clue.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . Hitched a hiker. Up above the border. She'd spent some time. In Morocco and Gibraltar. And stole my wallet. With a picture of my misses.
Funny words i cannot read. Trams and boats where strauss is street. Milky way and far out looks. On your bike and anne frank books. Down the disco it's clockworktime.
WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.. . I can't get up anymore, my heart ticks so slow.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . Up in the morning. Politely yawning. There's frost on the roof of the car. First cigarette puffs. Gold links in my cuffs. Egg on the shirt of my heart.
WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.. . She's interested in me.