(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