Instant Coffee Baby - The Wave Pictures

And at Goose Fair on the waltzers

And the big wheel in your kitchen in the greenhouse in my garden

Dozing in the giant pillow of a bouncy castle

With Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel

Halfway down to Blackpool Tower

These words have filled my finest hours

Like a bottle of milk they soured

And I’m wondering tonight

Wondering tonight

If your skin is still as thin

As it was those mornings

We were sieved together and fried in pans

And on your make-up stand it said my number in red

But you had filled your net

Sending off your kids like crows

Still, in Wymeswold at the end of the summer

I could smoke one off the end of another

And I could say the right thing and piss off your mother

Who you never really cared for

But now I’m wondering tonight

Wondering tonight

If your skin is still as thin

As it was those mornings anyway…

Anyway!

Anyway!

Anyway!

Anyway!

Well there is light in any one of these tunnels

Spurting up the stained funnel

Of your Italian ex-boyfriend's coffee machine

Which I stole when he left for Bologna

And when I burnt my finger on it

It’s like he came back and bit me for it

And you got cystitis didn’t you

Didn’t you then

With no purpose but to work

And feel physical in nylon

With the chocolate we survived on

(The chocolate we dined on!)

Melting in its plastic wrapper packet (in your pocket!)

You crawled eight-legged down the drive

And I’m wondering tonight

Wondering tonight

If your skin is still as thin

As it was those mornings anyway…

Anyway!

Anyway!

Anyway!

Anyway?

Anyway…

Well the words that we spoke in the bar in the car

And at Goose Fair on the waltzers

And the big wheel in your kitchen in the greenhouse in my garden

Dozing in the giant pillow of a bouncy castle

With Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel

Halfway down to Blackpool Tower

These words have filled my finest hours

Like a bottle of milk they soured