Lack of money oinned me down inside the Flat on my back on the bed in my room You were outside playing with scissors Running on the stairs again
Brazil nuts were down and the pigeons were restless You purchased chocolate to melt it on biscuits I wrote my name on a banana peel There should always be a meal With my name on it
And I made myself a drama Out of absolutely nothing Took the time to admire The speed with which we grew boring
I was a rapid mess Unfolding dresses In stockrooms and warehouses Sanding chairs and cabinets In Canary Wharf again
Brazil nuts were down and the pigeons were restless You purchased chocolate to melt it on biscuits I wrote my name on a banana peel There should always be a meal With my name on it
And I made myself a drama Out of absolutely nothing Took the time to admire The speed with which we grew boring
