(Difford/Tilbrook)   

  

Donkey talk   

I can hear the donkey talk   

Words chained out in a line   

Loads of reason not much rhyme   

Finger drumming beats behind   

Donkey talk most of the time   

The conversation peters out   

So you stare down at your shoes   

There's not much more to talk about   

When the silence is confused   

Then our eyes suddenly meet   

And we choose to look away   

That's just where we are today   



There's no sense in hanging round   

But we stand there all the same    

You find a verb I pluck a noun   

As the patience starts to strain   

Then our words suddenly clash   

As if there's so much to say   

That's just where we are today   



We used to stay up all night   

With our eyes all bloodshot and wonky   

We would hold each other tight   

And talk the back legs off a donkey   

But now I'm wearing its hat   

We can't even laugh at that