I Couldn't Give It To You (3 31) Lyrics - Hunters And Collectors

(I've lost my tweezers) 

At this late stage of the game you cannot tell 

If it is night or if it's daytime 

And I've come around to your door 

To muck around and make mince-meat of your life 

And beneath the glow of your back porch light 

You were passing like a thing possessed 

And snap, snap, snap 

Your teeth are chewing on my daily routine 

Yeah I couldn't give it up, and I couldn't if I tried 

When I saw a scared nation yelling inside 

Yeah I couldn't give it up, and I couldn't if I tried 

I was underneath the floor, I was trying to hide 

Trying to hide 

At this late stage of the game you cannot tell 

If it is night or if it's daytime 

And I've come around to your door 

To muck around and make mince-meat of your life 

And there was a whole nation crowded inside 

With tongues of fire dancing on their skulls 

And every door, every manhole sealed up tight 

And pretty soon I realised 

Here was the perfect space inside 

And I couldn't give it to you if I tried! 

I couldn't give it to you if I tried!