From the Album: Didn't Feel A Thing
Before you get me started with you speil
The circles drawn around you aren't for real
You sugarcoat intentions when it suits
I can't work you out my hearts held in a noose
The supersonic records in you ears
Compress just what they've heard and what
You'll hear
Stuck for words when we're out in a crowd
The slipper wearing scenesters shout you down
Double round of beers, hands on mouths
To stop your rock careers heading south
Resplendent in your fringe clipboard held tight
You're 35
Affections been replaced with all things cold
Kept from her at safe distance hard to hold
From cinemas and long calls in the dark
Persistence failed, a breath blew out the spark
Potentials there, her cap still leaves a mark
Before you get me started with your speil