歌词
This house is too social
Kitchen constant coffee confessional
They're in luck the sun's pouring in
I seize the moment retreat within
Gladioli & hoover in either hand
March to my bedroom, make amend
Feel so silent, ageing child
Only clean up when a pretty boy comes round
Curse my laziness, my lack of technique
As I suck up sea-shells once romantically plucked
Swallowed accidentally
By this tired, failing land-lord's machine
Knit-wear folded behind closed doors
Lamps will improve woodchip on the walls
I was once spoilt by you
I ramble with something to prove
Preparing for love
Preparing for lust
Repairing for love
Preparing
Woke up with bruises on my legs
Bad circulation, that's what he said
It's all broken life can be a *****
When you're running on old, upheld promises
You are there, but are you here?
Like a saint might you re-appear
You are there but are you here
Like a saint might you appear
There you are but are you here
Like a saint might you appear?
This life is too social
House a crowded confessional
We're in luck, the sun pours in
I seize the moment retreat within
Preparing for love
Preparing for lust
Repairing for love
Preparing
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