Could you say that again babe

I've not heard that one before

You're looking four years older

You're looking for the door

I lipsticked "Fuck You" on the mirror

As a mark of my respect

And wandered out into the street

Well what the hell did you expect

And the old laundrette is hissing our song

Like it doesn't give a damn

And the cars are all french kissing 

In some lonely traffic jam

And I've been talking to the radio

Cos it doesn't answer back telling it

How they showed our love in monochrome

Before it all turned black....


There's the sand, There's the spade

That dug the trenches that we made

Babe our foundations are built on all the things

We never said.


I dressed myself up in tin plate armour

But you got me in the end

Yeah you really sunk your teeth in

Spitting all that sweet pretence

But I'm pretty good at curtain calls

In fact I've been practising my swan song

And you keep trying to tell me that

You'd been trying to tell me all along....


There's the sand, There's the spade

That dug the trenches that we made

Babe our foundations are built on all the things

We never said.


Here's hoping you and her are happy

A little fairy tale to be

Hope you stay together and don't pollute

Any more fish in the sea

And next time I bump into you

Put your hands where I can see them

So that I can strip search your eyes 

To check for any hidden feeling