(Difford/Tilbrook)
I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste
A flannel for my face

Pyjamas, a hairbrush
New shoes and a case
I said to my reflection

Let's get out of this place
Past the church and the steeple
The laundry on the hill

Billboards and the buildings
Memories of it still
Keep calling and calling

But forget it all
I know I will


Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
What's been going on

Now that you have gone
There's no other
Tempted by the fruit of another

Tempted but the truth is discovered

I'm at the car park, the airport

The baggage carousel
The people keep on crowding
I'm wishing I was well

I said it's no occasion
It's no story I could tell


At my bedside empty pocket
A foot without a sock
Your body gets much closer

I fumble for the clock
Alarmed by the seduction
I wish that it would stop


I bought a novel, some perfume
A fortune all for you

But it's not my conscience
That hates to be untrue
I asked of my reflection

Tell me what is there to do