Our Colander Eyes - Alison Moyet

Some days nothing comes my way, nothing but nothing that is

A heaven of rain clouds crown my day, queen of the wet ghost town brigade

Then you walk by and from my sky, nothing falls without a sparkle

Feeling it kissing my face, so even I don’t know I’m crying

Now you’re him, out is in, who has time to live in sorrow

Umbrellas are chapel ceilings in chrome

And I dig the nylon blue lining your avenue

I’m not waiting on the sun like a bus that never comes

I’m at home with my colander sky

I’m just hanging with a friend

I don’t need this storm to end

I’m in deep with my colander guy

It’s you, you and me babe, and our colander eyes

Then you walk in, and for my sins

Nothing hurts for feeling groovy

Everything seems appealing

And even I don’t know I’m lying

But we soon forget how to get on wet

We pass the towel and get back to drying

And only the time is flying

But then with only our chances slim

Back to nephrology again