|
The box of matches |
|
This trousers' patches |
|
A shell of hardbacks |
|
A pile of tin tacks |
|
Sat in my room with nothing to do |
|
Objects remind me of me and you |
|
Because my love's like a shoehorn |
|
Sliding in your soul |
|
A bone-handled shoehorn |
|
In the shoe of your heart |
|
Turning me gold? wooohooohooo |
|
A broken dartboard |
|
This replica sword |
|
The leather watch-strap |
|
A rusty bath-tap |
|
Gathering dust and piling up high |
|
Objects surround us until we die |
|
Because my love's like a shoehorn |
|
Slipped under your heel |
|
An old hotel shoehorn |
|
With the curve of a life |
|
Making us cold? wooohooohooo |
|
Loaf of bread like the curve of your earlobe |
|
Your crust so pale |
|
Standing here with my hand on your wardrobe |
|
Sweet clothing rail? |
|
oooooooOOoOooOooOOooOO |
|
My love's tike a shoehorn |
|
Sliding forever |
|
It's too late to change |
|
What these objects arrange |
|
And your love's like a teaspoon |
|
Stirring forever |
|
The coffee of me |
|
When all I want is some tea |
|
With you? |
|
oooOooOOOOOOooOoOOooOooO |
|
oOoOoOoOOOoOOOOOooooOooOOO |
