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All muscles and gums.
Short of any part, she plays it herself.
Stains the colours.
The sounds of chimes are out of time with the music in mind.
Walks through applause dressed up in colours she fairs with quite well, on certain summer nights.
Where drag is her scene, and hair is pristine.
Policed through the week.
All muscles and gums.
'Through with real life' said the Artman.
I have foreseen her.
I am all there.
The briefly stored are soon gone.
For long is the wall.
I am all there.
I'm at distance.
Feel your breath.
Wind resistance.
We witness.
We notice.
Sail a long way in to the distance.
I’m not a window to your brain.
So why do we feel this stained?
As his wife repeats his name.
Some of those were wrong.
Over hills belong.
Life a comfort chore.
Unlike a turn out now.
I’m known to ride around a varied vacant sound.
With your looks and my brains.
It’s a failure of things we name.
What are phase of friendships for?
Greasy and undressed.
A most infrequent request.
A labour of like we test.
By day, by day, by day, he wanted her
By name, by name, by name, he hunted her.
Captain Feeder is lost.
Handed over in the daylight and in sight.
Turned up in a crowd.
Quarantined but then escaped now from inside.
Captain Feeder is lost, your feeder is lost.
Spoken poetry.
With nothing but another story inscribed.
Matrons dealt with the flu.
Folded up and coughed up by you in sight.
Incredible eyes are your shame.
Dust comes from your widow.
But your reason doesn't really make for idle talk.
My memories stained, and a silence holds a thought.
Made me slide down the slide.
Grey world feels the mud.
Nothing enters my head when i'm dancing on the floor.
Bruised and crashed and my body likes to talk.
Anyone would say less to that, oh well.
Lesser men they call it luck.
Dusty, dust for sleep.
Nothing left to show.
Your autumn brings me floods.
Sail before me, wake up at the crack of dawn.
Run too fast, and you'll leave a trail before.
Washed out on the day.
Clear now, not like with you.
Every saying means something to anyone.
Lost before all the lyrics have been sung.
Deaf to influence.
Deflecting from the sun.
Like for a likeness like home.
Dusty, dust for sleep.
Eulogies are for the dead.
For the people we really cared.
For all those that are a loss.
Your band is on par with Bros.
Some of them like to dress in your clothes.
Some don't even make videos.
And another thing you should know, you're not supposed to write your own.
Thanks a lot for making me laugh out loud.
It's nice to see young boys who are so proud.
I hope that one day we will meet.
So I can bow down at your feet.
Every time I see you my thoughts just seem to turn to haze.
I’m never alone.
I always make sure there’s one of you beside.
I’m never alone.
I always make sure there’s one of you, besides.
In a line we are folding notes.
I know.
Wade at night in the frock.
Lust is feeling very nice.
I see what it’s like to be in love with a rat.
How to say you’re under attack.
What I see is who I meet.
You’re one of them you bleed green.
The day dawns
The day it dawns
He walked you home
He walks you home
He liked to swim with the girls in the gym
He’s like a hose
He goes and goes
Hose and rinse you down
Hose and rinse you down
Some day they will like you
Some day they will like you
If I sit and wait here will any of you think of any abuse for this.
If I sit and wait here I'll bide all my time. Anticipate your line.
When you're dead, when you're dead, the wind will blow you away.
You're my friends, you're my friends, how much I want you to stay.
It depends on the shade of all the bottles that fall from the wall.
You're transparent in motion.
It tells me that you can be, tells me that you can be replaced.
It was like when our eyes met.
When we had a place we cared.
And it wasn’t scent or view.
It wasn’t labelled now.
When I stayed in to your night.
The light was in our eyes.
And inside you were mine.
A drunk case of much ignored.
He was very bored.
He wasn’t manicured.
He was a sad case.
Without a job for what his training’s for.
He was much ignored, he was.
She opened his eyes.
Just fashioned like you.
On the open side.
He is hoping the queue shall see.
Taking numbers grabbing seats.
Wicked reasons make him sense.
Less the long ride on your bend.
Simple move up into space.
School excursions aren’t your taste.
Give it up and cull the end.
Less the long ride on your bend.
If I was to draw on your long breath.
Instead of wasting mine in synchro.
Some kind of wall.
It’s a picture.
You’re the end of my, you’re the end of my type.
Your wince, your walk, your smile, your talk.
Parade with you.
We wanted to read through.
You wore a dress that stood impressed.
We wondered round in circles wet.
A coffee now.
A sleep around.
A launderette.
A maisonette.
I walk in halls.
I play records.
A cigarette.
A maisonette.
Sad desk with a photo that he tries to ignore.
Pictures of line graphs, he tries to ignore.
They both get a knock in the morning by someone they've seen before.
And all he could see was a sheet that was see-through to his feet.
Always paid the milkman, yeah.
The furniture moves around.
She knows he will notice and frown.
But he rather that than if she wasn't at home with him.
It's only been seven days of your time.
It's only been seven days, unwind.
It's only been seven days and my heart feels the same.
It's only been seven days of your time.
There it rains in teams.
A scale arranged with me.
Faired the same in teams.
A bass engaged with me.
It's so easy when you run with me.
It's so easy when you run with me.
I'm alone and at home in my bed.
It's so easy, it's so easy yeah.
Run, run, run, yeah we're on the run.
We're on the run, and it's so much fun.
I'm alone and at home in my bed.
It's so easy, it's so easy yeah.
In the shade, where I feel fine.
Each day, recreational drives with summer in sight.
If you all come over to my place tonight.
Sadly he writes all night, as he smokes his pipe.
If there’s no-one around, and you think I would care.
If that’s the way it is way out there
If there’s plenty around.
Even plenty to spare.
Well, that’s the way it is way out there.
Saying, I’m only saying.
I’m only saying, I’m out there.
Say you like.
Before I ride my first bike.
Hold a hand.
Or anything that’s at hand
You’re a real something that can be defined by the likes of those who can not (write).
You're only a school girl.
That's why you make it seem real when you smile.
I’ve been so well since you’ve been a stranger.
It’s hard to tell if I entertained you.
What must you think when you put on an act like you do?
How much need I see that means nothing to me or you?
Stained yeah, stained on the lips.
You gaze at the girls that you kissed.
On your own near the telephone.
You’re of not, you make me feel like home.
I’ll never grow up if I stay with you.
A local creed, a local feeling soon.
He went to far to fall back on.
I started to wish he’d never gone.
They all left at his expense.
Superb system with no defence.
And all the hours that I think of you are food for thought, not food for you.
Living on her own.
Julie came to roam.
Give the dog a bone.
Give the dog a phone.
Into this house we’re born.
Living on our own.
An evening in a week.
Even in her sleep.
Fold her from her knees.
Fondle on a tree.
Together we will ride.
Till all of this has died.
Even though the blame lay on his head.
It's on, older, my friend soldier.
See how they break me.
It's really elementary.
Do you wonder how it could be so?
Take the door young boy, take the door to your right.
Take the shot young man, take the shot of your life.
For winds that change, you won't rearrange washing on your line.
Testing wives say 'how are you?'.
Who are they to say 'how are you?'.
Weak as meat.
Plates of feet.
Mother always knows, mother always knows best.
Went for a walk that day and the trees were brown.
Everything in view of all, even this town.
When you told me that you left me
You came to me.
You walked a mile.
You hanging on.
Nothing’s happening now.
You walk around.
You talking from.
You handling now.
You on your own.
I’d like to see you around.
But there’s so much happening now.
I like to see you around.
You walked a mile.
You talked around.
How long before.
You are happening now.
An eye on industry.
You settle in.
I walk around.
Nothing's happening.
I've seen your face around before.
I heard your mother knock our door.
You hang around across the street.
I've seen your face around before.
Lucks been knocking at your door.
You've got friends I'd like to meet.
I see no places.
Same old faces are enough.
I've seen your face around before.
I watch you play when I am bored.
Nothing to do but sit and eat.
By day I wanted to sing.
At night we’re young and happy.
I’m cold, and you are in synch.
I like it when you are here.
Don’t forget it’s with me.
Tied around your sleeve.
Young at night and happy.
By day I wanted to sing.
And your heart is there on your sleeve.
I’m old to you, and respect.
I expect you’d throw it away.
Young at night and happy.
Ride around in your sleep.
You’re united with me.
There's so much more i have to say.
There's so much more I wrote today.
There's so much more i have to do than walk around the house with you.
There's so much more i have to say.
Something i saw along the way.
There hasn't been a change of mind i have seen.
If you were really sorry where have you been.
Your circumstance tends to mean just about nothing.
As I run your line I can decide, I can decide.
©2007 All lyrics written by Paul Johnstone, except 'Dusty' (lyrics by Claire Diamond and Paul Johnstone). All rights reserved.