Could you say that again babe
I've not heard that one before
You're looking four years older

You're looking for the door
I lipsticked "$#&@ You" on the mirror
As a mark of my respect

And wandered out into the street
Well what the hell did you expect
And the old laundrette is hissing our song

Like it doesn't give a damn
And the cars are all french kissing
In some lonely traffic jam

And I've been talking to the radio
Cos it doesn't answer back telling it
How they showed our love in monochrome

Before it all turned black....

There's the sand, There's the spade

That dug the trenches that we made
Babe our foundations are built on all the things
We never said.


I dressed myself up in tin plate armour
But you got me in the end

Yeah you really sunk your teeth in
Spitting all that sweet pretence
But I'm pretty good at curtain calls

In fact I've been practising my swan song
And you keep trying to tell me that
You'd been trying to tell me all along....


There's the sand, There's the spade
That dug the trenches that we made

Babe our foundations are built on all the things
We never said.


Here's hoping you and her are happy
A little fairy tale to be
Hope you stay together and don't pollute

Any more fish in the sea
And next time I bump into you
Put your hands where I can see them

So that I can strip search your eyes
To check for any hidden feeling