Did you catch her in the window?   Do I run or do I mend.   Praying for heavy comfort   To fill his pockets with his hands.   Men in chip shops, milk bars, postmen   Used to fork out for your mouth.   And now the compliments have stopped   Since every asset's headed south.   He was a sharp one what a looker.   The last drunk to hang around.   Get well she could colour knickers   Just for the mirror now.   Had a dream once it was morning   In a dress that never frayed.   And now your friends are like eyelashes   Too many dropping off these days.      For forty seconds today   I was sure that we were feeling the same way.      For forty seconds today   I was sure that we were feeling the same way.