Grounds For Divorce

You said you hate the sound

Of the busses on the ground

You said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town

Said pretend it＇s whales

Keeping their voices down

Such were the grounds for divorce of our love

On the radio

And the bouncing bodies＇ drone

Found eighteen reasons I can＇t pick up on the phone

Said look at the clouds

It＇s a show all on its own

Such were the grounds for divorce I know

But the dialing is dead

We hit it on the head

It looked like a wedding cake

But the dialing is dead

We hit it on the head

It looked like a newlywed

But I look at the lovers

In the telephone stands

And the way they move and the way move their hands

And I look at their babies

And their tiny little hands

And the way they get loved and the way they get loved

Oh look at the lovers

In the telephone stands

And the way they move and the way move and the way move their hands

Said you hate the sound

Of the busses on the ground

Said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town

Said pretend it＇s whales

And keeping their voices down

Such were the grounds for divorce I know

Looked like a newlywed

On the radio

And the bouncing bodies＇ drone

Found eighteen reasons I can＇t pick up on the phone

Said look at the clouds

It＇s a show all on its own

Such were the grounds such were the grounds for divorce I know