One of Those Things - Tom Rosenthal, Paul Haworth

Pictures of a face

Descriptions of the day

I don’t know what to say about that

Pictures… pictures of a face

Descriptions the day he walked away

It was raining, and this pain in your heart never went

You never said it would feel like this

And that’s why I want you to stay;

That’s not what I meant to say

But I mean it… «I mean it?»

Yeah, right… There’s your honesty

Honestly, I’m feeling fine

Intelligent design

Line of eye-shadow tears and more wine

I don’t mind if I do

Do you like my new shoes?

Mums, dads and home truths…

Like: what are we going to do about you?

You used to be such a happy child

You dialled the number, didn’t speak

How do new lovers meet?

Incredible feats of bravery wavering

Baby steps favouring wild mood swings

We were never not quite on the brink

Not trying to not think of missed connections

Missing links.

Rose tints…

It’s just one of those things

Imagining you

It’s just one of those things we do

Things, things.

So many things…

So much to say

Lonely strings

Catch the bouquet

Hey, hey, here’s your soulmate

Spinning plates.

One topples

It’s too late, it breaks

Industrial estates

And a canvas of cannibals of our entwined fates

So let’s find a place to be complete

Find names we repeat

Find signs in the names of her street

And when you sleep, it’s still there

Always there, now you’re scared

Of a necklace of amber

Take care of your paint and your brushes

You know the way she is, the way she pushes

A greater weight than a lifetime of crushes

Playing back the day’s rushes

Here’s the scene where you see him

And you don’t know what to say

And I don’t know what to say about that

Pictures of a face

I don’t know what to say about that

Descriptions of the day

He walked away

I suppose some boys spend their whole life joking

Reading lines like karaoke

And opening wounds, tombs

Visiting unspoken rooms in the Crowlands

No romance.

No «shall we dance?»

Circumstance

Limping men with beers cans

Fortune’s old hands

Reading lines of love, life, big dreams and pretty bad plans

Plots and parades

Every day, every night

The end was always in sight

And when it ends

It never ends, it descends

Into the centre of the earth

Wish this curse could be lifted

Sometimes the world makes me feel like I never existed

And I existed when she was laughing

Pictures of a face

I don’t know what to say about that

Fortune’s old hands

Overrunning the land with you

When you were laughing

When she was laughing