(d. pickerill/p. o'donoughue)      It's no use you saying   That you can't be staying   'round this place anymore   Then there's no point remaining   That the sky keeps on raining   'round this particular door      Then it's no surprise   All you keep giving me   All you keep giving me   Are your alibis   They're only alibis      It's no use you dreaming   Of old times and feelings   That just aren't there anymore   Then there's no use you scheming   About ways to stop me leaving   Because I've heard it all before      And it's no surprise   All you keep giving me   All you keep giving me   Are your alibis   They're only alibis      There's no sense in crying   Or sitting down and sighing   It doesn't work anymore   And talking's out of fashion   There's no substitute for passion   And I can't take it anymore      And it's no surprise   'cos all you keep giving me   All you keep giving me   Are your alibis   All you keep giving me   All you keep giving me   Are your alibis   All you keep giving me   All you keep giving me   Are your alibis