(Difford/Tilbrook). . I'm down the lane on Sunday morning. Hung over and forever yawning. I look for trousers that will fit me. She buys a yellow shirt that's sickly.
Striking matches an' I'm smokin' cigarettes. Puttin? on a kettle, playin? a cassette. Foldin? up the papers, rubbin? my eyes. Thinkin? of all that happened last night.
Tonight there? s wind. Tonight there? s rain. Tonight I sleep. With myself again. . I punch the pillow. Into a mound. With this frustration. That I have found.
Some Fantastic Place. . (Difford/Tilbrook). . Related. . Can You Guess The Song By The Emojis?. . Watch Ariana Grande Sing Her Hits On Carpool Karaoke.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . Some Americans are very pretty. Some Americans are very shy. Some Americans are Disney people. Some Americans eat apple pie. Some Americans scare me, the leader of the pack.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . He raped her with his eyes the minute she walked into the office as she stretched to hang her coat behind the door he beamed a smile so big she could have filled it with helium and flown off across the countryside he tried very hard to invite her out for lunch but like most women she could sense the underlying note of danger her instincts kept him at a safe distance and then he made her a coffee and the steam rose across her face.
She was washin' the dishes. When she burst into tears. It was the time of the month. She was up to her ears. . I put my arms 'round her neck. I said sit down a while.
I was sitting lonely in my car. Watching her come and go. I could feel the strings pulling my heart. From the old house,. That I used to know. Like the river that was flowing.