Bill Ryder-Jones

Bill Ryder-Jones
Two To Birkenhead

Take me somewhere I'm not likely to forget
Two singles to Birkenhead
Two thimbles in need of thread
Where do you go when you don't know you've done wrong?
Slipping on, running from, waking alone

Oh
I'm coming round, the words you gave me only fell to ground
I like fun, where's the fun in being alone?
And counting scars you only hate the things you think you are
I never get the things you say, though I'll smile anyway

And turning on your side, you said, "Don't be too long"
I said I'll be right back though I kept my fingers crossed
And sitting on your hands, well it kind of broke my heart
It wasn't in the plan when we went to Conway Park

And as I'm slipping out you whispered, "Desperate times"
You say that desperate times call for desperate pleasures
They say that desperate times call for desperate pleasures
They say that desperate times call for desperate pleasures
They say that desperate times call for desperate pleasures

keeskees

Submitted by keeskees at Sat 19 Dec, 2015 4:35 am

Author: Bill Ryder-Jones
Composer: Bill Ryder-Jones
Publisher: Domino Records
Published in: 2015
Language: English
Available on: West Kirby County Primary (2015)

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