Well the words that we spoke in the bar in the car
And at Goose Fair on the waltzers
And the big wheel in your kitchen in the greenhouse in my garden
Dozing in the giant pillow of a bouncy castle
With Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel
Halfway down to Blackpool Tower
These words have filled my finest hours
Like a bottle of milk they soured
And I'm wondering tonight
Wondering tonight
If your skin is still as thin
As it was those mornings
We were sieved together and fried in pans
And on your make-up stand it said my number in red
But you had filled your net
Sending off your kids like crows
Still in Wymeswold at the end of the summer
I could smoke one off the end of another
And I could say the right thing and piss off your mother
Who you never really cared for
But now I'm wondering tonight
Wondering tonight
If your skin is still as thin
As it was those mornings anyway
Anyway
Anyway
Anyway
Well there is light in any one of these tunnels
Spurting up the stained funnel
Of your Italian ex-boyfriend's coffee machine
Which I stole when he left for Bologna
And when I burnt my finger on it
It's like he came back and bit me for it
And you got cystitis didn't you
Didn't you then
With no purpose but to work
And feel physical in nylon
With the chocolate we survived on
The chocolate we dined on
Melting in its plastic wrapper packet in your pocket
You crawled eight-legged down the drive
And I'm wondering tonight
Wondering tonight
If your skin is still as thin
As it was those mornings anyway
Anyway
Anyway
Anyway
Anyway
Well the words that we spoke in the bar in the car
And at Goose Fair on the waltzers
And the big wheel in your kitchen in the greenhouse in my garden
Dozing in the giant pillow of a bouncy castle
With Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel
Halfway down to Blackpool Tower
These words have filled my finest hours
Like a bottle of milk they soured
