Don't Bring Your Work To Bed - The Lucksmiths

Driven by ambition

Do know, my love, you’re missing

All the splendours, all the wonders

All the days I have squandered

Thoughts of you to guide me

Forever here beside me

All these hours beneath the covers

All those clouds up there above us

It seems like eternities are wasted

Every night you’re away I’m ever so frustrated

I need you here but I’m all alone instead

My love, don’t bring your work to bed

I don’t care about your little anecdotes

Or your countless, pointless inside jokes

All the bosses you call pricks

All the arses you’ve been forced to lick

I just want you here beside me

Two dishpan hands to hold me

I want to love you endlessly

Before I fall asleep

It seems like eternities are wasted

Every night you’re away I’m ever so frustrated

I need you here but I’m all alone instead

My love, don’t bring your work to bed