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They had just made love
Silent on the bed
This was their celebration
She had her eyes closed
Nothing was said
They had fulfilled temptation
He looked through the curtains
He looked at the phone
He couldn't be certain if this was his home
Satisfied that this was it
A rhythmic breath and a gentle grip
Satisfied and they were sure
They couldn't fulfill each other more

They stroked each other
He played with her hair
Deep in a warm sedation
The legs of his jeans
Hung over the chair
Love was their meditation
She looked at his shoulders
She looked at his eyes
The look there told her he was satisfied

They laid there apart
In another world
At the dawn of creation
As love turned to sleep
Their bodies curled
Into sweet inspiration
They looked at each other
They looked at the night
Under the covers they were satisfied

Breaking up
Is breaking my heart
Is showing me the door
And if I get it open
I'll discover that there's much more to life than this
As I hit the wall with the full force of my fist
I concede this time to defeat
I keep crying in my sleep
Dear boy, poor boy
I keep crying in my sleep

Breaking up
Is making me see
Inside myself again
And if I can keep looking
Inside then I might change the things that I fear
It keeps my heart awake and stops the tears.
My nights are incomplete
I keep crying in my sleep

The sound of her voice
The sound of her words
I hear every breath
Each whisper is heard
But it's so hard now
Now she is gone
Everything I did I did wrong
I keep crying in my sleep

And if I turn full circle
Perhaps I'll see that the road ahead is clear
When the world that's on my shoulder disappears.
At night the footsteps creak
I keep crying in my sleep

She plaits her hair, I bite my nails
We balance love on the scales
I wind the clock and go to bed
Our love is hanging on a thread
She gets undressed, I undress too
The draft is cold in my bedroom
We cuddle up and say goodnight
It's all the love there is tonight.
I can't be brave enough
She cannot say what we're feeling
Day after day
We're going through the motions
We find it hard to let each other go

She boils the eggs, I make the tea
Outside the sun shines on the street
We're at that point here love has gone
The fuse is lit, it won't be long
I take a walk, she cleans the house
This is the end, I'm in no doubt
But neither one of us can show
The slightest sign of letting go

When this young man comes rolling home
The lampposts move and in the road
I sing and dance in falling rain
It's good to be back home again
The roads of air that map the globe
Take me away to places new
I'm lucky I can get around
I'm taking off and touching down
When I get home it's much the same
The tax returns return again
The news is on it isn't good
I see the trees but not the wood

The road stretches out as far as I can see
And I eat the lines ahead of me
It's experience
As the days unfold
But there's nothing quite like
The day I get home

When this young man comes rolling home
The cheese on toast is in the grill
Memories are filed away
I come and go, it's fun that way
The roads of air that map the globe
Go East and West and North and South
I like to look and see the sights
I stay up late and hit the heights

When I return things haven't changed
Neither have I, I like to think
The world's an oyster on a plate
I get around and get up late

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
I towed the line then fell behind
Our love began to wane
The pressure grew and then I knew
That things were not the same
The truth
It's the toughest thing to explain
The truth
Playing tricks with me again
When the truth has to be told
My blood runs hot and cold
The truth is not my middle name

You threw a rope attached with hope
Way down into the sea
Where lovers swim so deep within
The tides of mystery
For what it's worth I don't deserve
A girl as strong as you
You're worth much more than me I'm sure
Accept this as the truth

She was full of lies and boredom
It came as no surprise that she would cheat
Her nails were long and sharp
But she didn't play the harp
She wasn't an angel I told her
But she wasn't able to understand my words
Rich pickings in reverse
I wasn't Shakespeare
It's simple
Did she expect me
To kiss her feet

A very acidic tongue
Waggled in her head
Life was lots of fun
At times I had to smile
In front of everyone
We seemed the best of friends
Life had just begun
When on the roof a tile began to slip
The house of love caved in and that was it

She was full of tears by nature
It came to me so clear that she would creep
Her eyes were stale and spun
Like marbles in the sun
She wasn't a princess I told her
And so I witnessed the slaying of my life
That lasted half the night

I wasn't Jesus
Believe me
Our love was seedless
And incomplete

He stalks the club with cupid's toy
Foremost in his mind
Jacks his body into shape
And leaves the rest behind
He has a pea for a brain
A spud for a heart
A scar on his cheek
And a rubber duck in his bath
This boy doesn't give love
This boy doesn't get love

He stalks the club with eagle eyes
Springing on his heels
Likes to throw a hand of dice
Then hang them in his wheels
He has a crease in his jeans
A frown on his face
The scent of a man
Who thinks he has taste

She smiles as he buys her a drink
Standing at the end of the bar
He feels helpless when she looks in his eyes
Suddenly there's love in his heart

He stalks the club with such a smile
Forever on the move
He takes pride in looking smart
And knowing when to groove
He has a heart on a chain
His picture inside
A ring in one ear
Dark glasses at night

Down at the dogs the bets are placed
A wad of notes rolled in a hand
The floodlit track is center stage
For winning hounds to take the stand
In old covert coats and trilby hats
The owners swan around the place
The tic tac man throws out his arms
His thin moustache stretched on his face

Gone to the dogs the man and his life
He stands by the rail and looks at the sky
Confused by the thoughts
That stew in his mind
Alone by the track on a Saturday night

Gone to the dogs
He stands and reflects
Gone to the dogs
And has no regrets

The restaurant's full and table bets
Are taken by the girls who serve
The basket meals and German wine
Excitement mounts
The buzz is heard
The stadium is full of screams
And cigar smoke is in the air
The dogs race around on their last lap
And down the straight they chase the hare

I need some help
Help to decide
Whether it's our love
That steps out of time
You say you need
Time on your own
Time to accept how
Our love has grown
And when you think about
All of the bad in me
Think about this too
How me and you could forever be

In need of help
Help to expand
With each others minds
Together to plan
Time in our lives
Time on our own
So one day we'll see
Our love has grown

And when that day arrives
I don't know where we'll be
But I hope that trust
Can be for us
And you'll still love me

I need some help
Help to be found
When you are alone
I won't let you down
We all need time
Time on our own
So we can step back
And see how love's grown

And when I'm stepping back
I hope that I will see
That faith can play a part today
For both you and me

And if love needs help
And if love needs time
Give love the strength
To walk a straight line

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
A sarsaparilla drink turns white teeth shades of pink
Sunday league play in the sunshine
I hear the whistle blow at halftime
With chapped legs and muddy shorts
They walk home past the tennis courts
A pint of prawns in hand
I hear a ragtime band

On Monday
I want the weekend to come
On Tuesday
I'm glad that Monday is done
Then Wednesday
And Thursday fly by
Then on Friday and Saturday night
We get happy till Sunday is through

Siesta time in the living room
Snores go in and out of tune
After tea time we're off to the pub
To play in the trivia club
How long's the river Thames?
It's where the evening ends
In my bed I'm reading poetry
No one knows what's come over me
I close the book and turning out the light
I hear the sound of Monday outside

I had the rug pulled from under my feet
But I didn't feel a thing
I can't believe the luck I seem to have
And the joy that good luck brings
When I die I'll return as a housefly
And land upon her wall
So I can see who she'll end up with
If it's anyone at all
Did I say that
How could anyone be so wicked and cruel
I sat and listened to the radio
A landscape of moving noise
She was busy looking through the curtains
Her nose in a distant void
Then I thought I would come back as a spider
Because she hates them so much
They get sprayed down the bathroom plughole
Can I expect the same touch
Maybe not then
Because beneath it all we're wicked and cruel

Shut up, listen to the radio

I can't help feeling I've been stepped on
She likes to kick like a mule
Did I say that
How could anyone be so wicked and cruel

If I come back as her would I love me
How could anyone be so wicked and cruel

She likes to think I'm a fool
Two fools in love
How could anyone be so wicked and cruel

There is a voice within us all
That says destruct
Go to the wall
And you can't choose when this voice speaks
Deep in our souls
This voice will sleep
There is a voice within us all
That says destruct
And you will crawl
From your own pit into the deep
Where you will sink
Until it speaks

Each day is a night
Then your lifetime is gone

There is a voice inside us all
That says rebuild
And when it's called
All that is wrong can be put right
There in your soul
To change your life
Each day's a hope each day's a prayer
That I might build
And I'll repair
The parts in me that may have slipped
Deep in my soul
When I lose my grip

And there's ropes and chains
Slowing me as I walk
I feel hope through pain
As the road ahead forks
To the left and the right
To the right and the wrong