Close your legs
Open your mind
Leave those compliments well behind
Dig a
This is the dinner prepared
This is the dress that
Through ugly pints and Sunday breath
Sit men whose stare
Here it is again it's so so mad
Turning young
I was handed down the looks of a man with
Old red eyes is back
Red from the night before
The perfect love song it has now words it only
Here I walk, here I walk
Looking for an angel's
There's no more little secrets we haven't yet disclosed
We
Revolutions come and go but we'll just have to wait
Queuing with the old folk
There's and old man with
There's a boy with a brace across his teeth
White