I Come Home, Don't Know Where You Are

You Must Be Working Pretty Hard

I Feed The Cat Half A Can Of Food

And I Sit At The Table And I Wait For You

And I Don't Like Doubting How This Old Love Will Hold

But I Have My Moments When I'm Just Waiting For It To Explode



Oh, No Good Deals In These Mine Fields Today

It Don't Matter How I Walk

I Could Get Blown Away

Underneath The Soil And The Flowers

I Can Hear A Ticking Down From Years To Hours



There's Not A Lot Of Air In This Third Floor Flat

You Want To Go Outside You Want To

Get Some By

You Have Said That You Cannot Breathe When You're

Caught Up Inside Here With No Reprieve

I Have Been Trying Not To Hold You To Your Lines

But I Feel You Leaning

Out More All The Time



Oh, No Good Deals In These Mine Fields Today

It Don't Matter How I Walk

I Could Get Blown Away

Underneath The Soil And The Flowers

I Can Hear A Ticking Down From Years To Hours



Forever Is A Word I Leave On The Shelf

I Don't Want History To Repeat Itself

So I Take It Night By Night

And I Try Not To Hold You Too Tight

I Have Been Dancing Up And Down The Words

Trying To Find Out Why

Things Are Not The Way They Were



Oh, No Good Deals In These Mine Fields Today

It Don't Matter How I Walk

I Could Get Blown Away

Underneath The Soil And The Flowers

I Can Hear A Ticking Down From Years To Hours



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