On old Becketts' sofa
Tired, hungover
She nestled in my arms
A round of toast and
A mug of tea in my hand
I couldn't feel more calm
So comfortable and close at our friendship's start
I wanted to marry her then
Marry her there and then
On a Sheffield platform
Cuddling to keep warm
She kissed me full and long
And she so won over
My parents and my brother
It never once felt wrong
These times I wonder how we ever drifted so apart
I want to share a bed with her
Wake up late with messy hair
The coffee cups and cats appearing round the door
She's the girl I wished for
And she's the girl I miss more
She's down in London now
I hope she's following her heart
I want to share a bed with her
Wake up late with messy hair
The coffee cups and cats appearing round the door
She's the girl I wished for
I want to share a bed with her
Wake up late with messy hair
The cats and coffee cups covering the floor
She's the girl I wished for
And she's the girl I miss more
On old Becketts' sofa
Tired, hungover
She nestled in my arms...
Cartoons! Disco! Chansons! Every excellent version of pop music you can think of, with the best lyricist this side of, ooh, I dunno, Jake Thackray. The French Defence
Another great album - dean wareham, joanna gruesome, lonely tourist, dorotea, the chills, manhattan love suicides & spearmint are all highlights but the whole lot is pretty darn great really martin kiosk