Weatherboard - The Lucksmiths

It was summer when she moved in

And it was winter when she moved out again

And the sky was usually blue

And the single bed was big enough for two

It’s funny the things that stay with you

Her jewellery on the table and the smell of her perfume

The candle wax on the carpet, singing in the supermarket

And the wall paper in her bedroom

I’ll never understand how it happened like this

I drew an open hand and she drew a fist

I drew an arrow and a heart, she drew a razor and a wrist

She said 'I love you when it’s sunny'

But the sun refused to shine

And I was crucified on the clothes line

She stole a magazine from the laundromat

Did it weigh upon her conscience as it lay upon her lap

The body is willing but the mind is weak

The champagne is chilling and the wine is cheap

The milk was always spilling and we cried ourselves to sleep

It was summer when she moved in

And it was winter when she moved house again

The boxes on the floor

And the note that she pinned to my door

This house is made of sticks

This house is made of straw

This house is made of bricks

This house is made of weatherboard