Dance

Listen zara
Boys like me
We get used to
Things like you


Boys like me
We don't understand
Lies like yours


Listen zara
Boys like me
From rags to riches
Bleed for you


Boys like me
Regret things sometimes
Things like you


Listen zara
Boys like me
We are short stories
Shapes for you


Boys like me
We live in dreams
But they'ew yours not ours.

She'll take a slowcar to china
She'll pay the rent for the use of you
She'll take a slowcar to china
She'll pay the rent for the use of you tonight.


We are not afraid to love, but no new ideas
You almost get used to such things you know.
The mechanics on the phone again, we break down.
The others you'd remember if i could spare some time.


In love with this elegant bitch
And here am i just a shy young fool
In love with this elegant bitch
She only sparkles at times for you tonight.


She forgets that we know,
She forgets who we are


I suppose the things i overheard were quite by chance
The only story i ever knew or cared for
Best left unheard i suppose, don't you?
You look for somewhere to start to look


We'll take a slowcar to china
Everything that you need is here
We'll take a slowcar to china
Everything that you need is here tonight.


I forgot not to call,
And now we're out of love.


She'll take a slowcar to china
A little green worm inside my head
She'll take a slowcar to china
A little green worm inside my head tonight.


There's nothing much to keep us alive, but 'dance'.
All that she can say is goodbye. all things change i suppose
We'll sing without voice, without heart and leave no address
I well never ever see you again. i know.


Don't take a slowcar to china
She needed nothing and no one so
Don't take a slowcar to china
She needed nothing and no one here tonight.


You will pay like before.
Always one step behind.
You will pay mr jones.
Always one step away.


There's no one here to leave you behind but me.

Applicant, i am
Clean young flesh
Cubicles, we merge
And me so decent

Lock up my vehicle
Crack my walls
I'm stealing new words
And me so honest

Someone took pictures
Just look at her go
Her presence exhausted me
Like spectators we are

I have no address
'who are you?'
Kiss my arse goodbye
The show goes rusty.

Simulate phone call
Face to face
Newspaper loose talk
You wreck my dreams

Exhibit 'a' dog
So few of them left
Exhibit 'b' god
The problem of death

Old sex, unclean
Do you still need the moon?
Recall no names
Don't ask me 'how are you?'

Where's my attendant
And where is my wife
Wait in the doorway
While i say goodnight

He looks like me

She sits in the corner
Where it's reasonably quiet
Drinking coffee with cream
Thinking stories of young love
She calls to the waiter
'won't you lend me some time?
You can sit by my side
And i'll let you be friends with mine.'


The cafe is old
But the candlelight's new
She orders beaujolais wine
And says 'i've thought of you too'


She whispers 'isn't it odd
You remind me of songs
That i'd rather forget
Like feelings i longed for


You haunt me inside
Sometimes i recall
Question mistakes
Who grew to nothing at all'


I hear voices that cry
And one of them's mine
All the things i could say
Are the reasons i can't
She says 'i've seen you before
In thoughts i call 'son'
Like an old film with sound
When the link comes undone'


The waiter is me
And the woman is you
And we are the story
Just like others i knew

Boys watch from windows tonight
I'm not surpriesed to see you waiting here
You keep them in business just supplying you
Get in the car i've something to say


Stay in bed why waste my time
Open your eyes but only if you can
Office in a sidestreet is no place for you
Night talk and romance like beat the clock.


Boys like me aren't supposed to cry
But it's so easy to do
Boys like me aren't supposed to cry
But just look at you
Night talk.


Take things slow you can crack
Like your face i don't understand
How you smile and pretend it's fun
Do you laugh when the rats come round to play?


Boys like me aren't supposed to cry
But it's so easy to do
Boys like me aren't supposed to cry
But just look at you
Night talk.

So here am i quite by chance near the phone
I could call and make you crawl into bed
Questions always questions
I'll just speak in slow motion,
About obsessions with boys on the floor.

Take that smile off your face,
Wipe that tear from your eye,
Don't say you're sorry for me.

Now look at me like a stormtrooper in drag
And i'll let you feel exactly like i do,
It's so disgusting i'm so tired of rhythm
And needles in arms,
I don't want your point of view.

Nothing to do,
Nothing to steal,
And there's nothing to say.

Love it love it i need to.