Sweets From A Stranger

(difford/tilbrook)

I'm impossible she's exciting
Bound together with joined up writing
In the church
I heard a bell ring
In a bar
I heard a girl sing
She sings solo i see double
Moments vanish her love so subtle
I went home
It's not surprising
Words were few
And realising
I was deep in my points of view
So interested to talk to you talk to you
She' s romantic and i'm selected
Glances swapped and thoughts collected
By her song
It's not her singing
Words were few
The bell was ringing
On the table my cards are shuffled
Words take time to get so muddled
I'm off home
I'm shy but eager
Tomorrow comes
I hope to see her
On the stage with her velvet voice
Though some would say that it's just a noise
I bit off more than i could chew
So interested in my points of view points of view

Trial and jury swear on the bible
I'm too drunk and unreliable
I'm too drunk
For conversation
Though i wait for invitation
She's exciting i'm uninvited
Fifteen rounds this love i've fighted
I'll walk home
And curse the heavens
Lost on points
Our love was flattened
Maybe she had other things to do
And didn't want any points of view

(difford/tilbrook)

Last night i played the drunken fiddle
Disabled love with a word of dribble
On and on about some jumbled subject
Said your friends were a bunch of muppets
Said your sister should have grown a moustache
Said you didn't need to take off your mask
Down the staircase i made my stagger
I left you crying but it didn't matter
So i sat inside my car and wonder
A headache in my head like the thunder
Chewed my nails like a guilty victim
Couldn't see or feel the night or nothing
Wanted to explain but all so desperate
Love was like it was some investment
Then i don't remember who said what when
On a scrap of paper i placed my pen

When i woke up in the morning
Beside you in the bed
My mouth was full of nothing
My arm around your head
And i don't know how i got there
I didn't want to check
Now back between each other
We're salvaging our wreck

You've thrown my jigsaw all over the floor
We're at the deepest deep
I thought our love had died forever
But it just went to sleep

(difford/tilbrook)

When the hangover strikes
And i open my post
And the coffee is on
And i'm burning my toast
I let the battle commence
I see a sun in the trees
And a draught at the door
With my head in my lap
There's a day to explore
But i'm left without sense
As the hangover strikes
And i turn on the tap
But the water's too loud
And i'm caged by the fact
That the battle's not lost
Is it the hair of the dog
Or the baa of a lamb
In a sheepish attempt
To be half of the man
That i might be or was

When the hangover strikes
And a mirror reveals
That it's midnight or bust
And a drink does appeal
Now the battle is won
So the cure of the can
Pours its heart out on me
Though i'm feeling locked up
But i can't find the key
Well no damage was done

Poor poor poor, poor shaken one
Pour pour pour, pour me another one

(difford/tilbrook)

The head of a hunt on the wall by a painting
An upright piano stood locked by the door
In through the window
The light was fast fading
While i spilt my whiskey
All over the floor
Making a mess of my words so
I was trying
To impress the empress with
My wimpy tales
Fanning her face from cigar smoke
And sighing
I had come close to be miles
From her trail

She was the jewel that
Sparkled in darkness
She was the love
Of everyone's life
She was the catch at
Everyone's parties
She was the one with a tongue
Like a knife

Her bosoms curved perfectly
Lit by the fire
My mind launched away
In a sea of its own
Her grace and her tightness
I had to admire
Through a whore's breath of stories
I happily told

Trespassing my hand
Fell into hot water
She shot like a bullet
Right out of her chair
She led me away and i
Was then slaughtered
By the warmth of her body
And her love and care

Her tongue cut away
And the wounds slowly opened
I lay on the sails of the
Ship of romance
Drunk as i could be and
Broker than broken and
The head of my hunt
Was there in my hands

(difford/tilbrook)

I think to myself when we kiss
Your husband is watching
From his portrait his eyes are looking down
On the slipper and stocking
Back against the bookcase
Down upon the floor
Empty the decanter
Slur again for more.
His house, her home, our future in a lover's world
Her son, her heart, her love for me, tomorrow's world

I laugh at myself when your son
Is watching cartoons
In the morning he's looking up at me
When we're in the bathroom
Sees me kissing mother
Doesn't blink an eye
Asks a lot of questions
Answers hard to find.

I talk to myself when i'm drunk
And she is still sober
Words are so few and far between
My arms reach to hold her
Hungry for the love
I rescued from the grave
The past is just a portrait
The future's ours to frame

(difford/tilbrook)

I had finally beat my nerve
To watch her on the stage
Removing all her clothes
Revealing only age
Some men stared with a stun
Some sat in married guilt
That night i chewed a brick
For ideals i had built
And there we were in each other's arms
The very 1st dance that seemed to last
For ever

(difford/tilbrook)

There's a stain on my notebook
Where your coffee cup was
And there's ash in the pages
Now i've got myself lost
I was writing to tell you
That my feelings tonight
Are a stain on my notebook
That rings your goodbye
With the way that you left me
I can hardly contain
The hurt and the anger
And the joy of the pain
Now knowing i am single
They'll be fire in my eyes
And a stain on my notebook
For a new love tonight

From the lips without passion
To the lips with a kiss
There's nothing of your love
That i'll ever miss
The stain on my notebook
Remain all that's left
Of the memory of late nights
And coffee in bed

Now she's gone
And i'm back on the beat
A stain on my notebook
Says nothing to me
Now she's gone
And i'm out with a friend
With lips full of passion
And coffee in bed