I saw you in the film for just two seconds A documentary set in heaven Where the hipsters roll like children And the writers roll like dogs On rugs in beds and on stages And the singers hide behind the camera I saw you in the film where the children write on glass
The sun came in like a pack of orange spaniels Through the window over the ledge Under the curtain on their bellies creeping and bending Balls of string coiled like springs hang down from the cymbal stands And in your hands I sleep just like a drummer I wake up with the thunder of your type-writer every night
Well every day a prayer goes on its knees I will quit the white the wine and the weed Falls to its belly and crawls towards New York I saw you in the film for just two seconds On a subway car lifting like a question From Earth to the street to the bridge in the east Where the green man wears a hat
The sun came in like a pack of orange spaniels Through the window over the ledge Under the curtain on their bellies creeping and bending Balls of string coiled like springs hang down from the cymbal stands And in your hands I sleep just like a drummer
I wake up with the thunder / Just like a drummer Of your type-writer / Wake up with the thunder Just Like a drummer / Of your type-writer (x5)
If I made it through Christmas without smoking 'Til your parents went to bed If you made it through too Without sticking your nail scissors in my neck I'll buy you bras instead of pickled eggs Chocolate instead of chutney Good red wine instead of bad red wine Next time I remember your birthday
I ate peaches straight from the can The juice ran down my tongue Over my lip Slipped down my chin Dripped onto your parents' carpet
The air in here is dead But we're not finished yet Throw the back door open Let me see your breath
I love you like a madman I miss you all the time I wait for the morning I will wait all night
I mixed rum and coke and lemonade Asked for my presents in the kitchen Alone again at 3am I listened to them With sugar round the rim and ash around the edges Of the tiles and the tables You didn't sit up waiting But somehow slept sober
