There’s gonna be some trouble
A whole house will need re-building
And everyone i love in the house
Will recline on an analyst’s couch quite
Soon
Your father cracks a joke
And in the usual way
Empties the room
Tell all of my friends
(i don’t have too many
Just some rain-coated lovers’ puny brothers)
Dallow, spicer, pinkie, cubitt
Rush to danger
Wind up nowhere
Patric doonan – raised to wait
I’m tired again, i’ve tried again, and
Now my heart is full
Now my heart is full
And i just can’t explain
So i won’t even try to
Dallow, spicer, pinkie, cubitt
Every jammy stressford poet
Loafing oafs in all-night chemists
Loafing oafs in all-night chemists
Underact – express depression
Ah, but bunnie i loved you
I was tired again
I’ve tried again, and
Now my heart is full
Now my heart is full
And i just can’t explain
So i won’t even try to
Could you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Oh …
Now my heart is full
Now my heart is full
And i just can’t explain
So … slow …
Slow … slow … slow … slow … slow …
