Well the morning won't compete.*
There was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat,
Several hours of several weeks,
I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak!
The beginning of the end, department of the ill,*
And it's the bit around the bend, ask anyone they'll tell you that.
It's three times at it's end,
Start to breaking up, start to fall apart
Oh! hold on to your heart.
Do me a favour, unbreak my nose!
Do me a favour, tell me to go away!
Do me a favour, stop asking questions!
She walked away while her shoes were untied,
And the eyes were all red,
You could see that we cried, and I watched and I waited,
'Till she was inside, forcing a smile and waving goodbye.
Curiousity becomes a heavy load,
Too heavy to hold, too heavy to hold.
Curiousity becomes a heavy load,
Too heavy to hold, will force you to be cold.
And do me a favour, I'm asking you to give some help!
She said, 'do me a favour and suffer in yourself',
Ah, to tear apart ten times a fight, I'm not so hard as on that July,
And after all I dream tonight!
