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That creepy guy gave me your hat, |
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Right before you arrived in my room, |
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You know you shouldn't ever look at anyone like that, |
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You know you're not that great when you drink in the afternoon. |
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Now I wouldn't want to chance anything, |
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It's far too early in the morning, |
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I should probably eat and you should probably sleep, |
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I think that banging on the walls is a warning. |
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I heard your brand new song, |
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On the radio, |
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And it made me remember, |
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Why I love you so. |
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And the bit about the summer, |
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Well I know what you mean. |
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It's funny because I saw your sister on TV, |
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She's nearly as famous as you now I see, |
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Singing of that all inclusive in Spain, |
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Washing her hair in the warm rain. |
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And all the nuns are out, |
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Parading the square, |
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The bells are ringing, |
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There's a crack in the grain of the chair, |
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And the mess on the floor, |
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Reminds me of last night. |
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I told the doorman that you were my wife, |
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As he picked me up and threw me outside, |
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Well that Kafkan guy had it coming from the start, |
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It's all coming back so heavy every part. |
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Does this make any sense? |
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Are you getting the gist? |
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There's no other way to reach you, |
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Since on being apart you insist |
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I'm sure you won't hear mine |
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the way that I heard yours |
