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If we're having so much fun, then why am I crying every Monday?
Is it just to cancel out the laughter from Thursday through to Sunday?
I spend the next two days in my bed and wonder what it's all about
And as soon as I feel okay, I know it's time to go back out
I've had the same look on my face for the past two lonely years
Twenty four months of bargin' pills and cheeky lines and stolen beers
In all the pictures that I took, my eyes are so black and wide
That you don't have to look too hard to see there's not much life inside
A new home to hang my heart is what I thought I'd never find
Fate has always intertwined and now I've got a girl in mind
And I'm meeting her next week when we get back to Glasgow
That's if we ever make it and don't get buried in the Dutch snow
And if my instincts are right, I will fall in love
And then have a laugh from time to time
And you'll never see me there again
When I get home in the morning
Trisha's hosting a debate
She says, if you don't like the fish you're catching
You've got to change the bait
- Album:
- Arab Strap
- The Red Thread
- Mad For Sadness
- Philophobia
- Week Never Starts Round Here
- Elephant Shoe
- Miscellaneous
- Monday At The Hug And Pint
- The Last Romance
- The Week Never Starts Round Here
- Monday at the Hug & Pint
- Ten Years of Tears
- Scenes Of A Sexual Nature
- Dream Sequence
- Speed-Date
- There Is No Ending
- Quiet Violence
- The Cunted Circus
- Primavera Sound 2003
- Out of Our Heads on Skelp