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  • Song Lyrics » T » Tindersticks » Untitled Lyrics
    Nothing came under
    The rays remained in the sun that day
    And life isn't full of surprises
    You think you could steal in
    Pop over the wall in the middle of the night
    Climb out of those heavy boots and clothes
    And into that cool blue
    You're not even dipping your toe
    I find this bed too big now
    It's like those people you see on the way to work
    Stuck in an endless queue of traffic
    Each one in their own individual car
    Half of them coming from the same place
    Going to the same place
    Going nowhere
    They could quarter the amount of cars by sharing a lift
    Go on the bus, wipe out all the cars
    I should rid myself of this bed, get myself a cardboard box
    No waste of space
    No force of empty wasted space for your body to create its dent in
    I miss your back
    You're back, how are you?
    What are you up to? getting on okay?
    Fuck off

    Eighteen months ago they moved in here
    The scrap metal dealer to one side
    And divorced violinist to the other
    Each morning we'd wake to the same chorus
    Of cookers and fridges being dragged on their sides across the concrete
    Accompanied by ravel's bolero
    At first this was the best sound we'd ever heard

    Hammer a six inch nail into my right ear
    Shove a red hot poker up my nose
    Make me walk on hot coals and broken glass
    Gouge out my eyes with a cocktail stick
    Rip my fingernails off
    The pain would be so much easier than doing nothing to me at all

    It was that dream again, when i was on the table
    There was bright lights, and laurence olivier out of 'the marathon man' staring down at me
    As they unbuttoned my coat and unravelled my sweater
    And the shirt and the vest peeled
    And said "did something die in here?"

    So, whose bed you been sleeping in then?
    Some poncey arsehole i'll bet
    I can see you there
    And it fucking hurts
    God, i want to buy you bagels and cream cheese for breakfast
    Run down the corner shop without my undies or socks on
    Make some fresh coffee, hop back into your warm bed
    And have those chats i miss so much
    Another coffee? cigarette?
    Fancy going to the pub later
    God, it's good to see you
    You always cheer me up