Moving Pictures
last night i saw a movie,
and i thought about how many movies i've seen at your house
excuse me if i'm rude
but i'd rather that we just strike out the record ones i'd see again without you
leaning on my shoulder, distracting me from the plotline
where can i go when i want you around,
but i can't stand to be around you?
"go home", i'll walk myself to you
ill walk myself away from here
"go to hell." is all i thought for seven weeks,
but I grew out of the phase of looking at these broken photographs of
people looking glossed, just like a summer ago
where can i go when i want you around,
but i can't stand to be around you?
"go home", i'll walk myself to you
ill walk myself away from here
"call me back." i'm pleading with a ball of cork in my head
it wouldn't be the first time
my pillow has been mistaken
where can i go when i want you around,
but i can't stand to be around you?
"go home", i'll walk myself to you
ill walk myself away from here
can't stand to be around you
around you
around you
can't stand to be around you
can't stand, i can't stand
to be around you
around you
around you
around you
around you
No Hard Feelings
Nancy was alone,
looking ate the Late Late show
through a semi-precious stone.
In the House of Honesty
her father was on trial,
in the House of Mystery
there was no one at all,
there was no one at all.
It seems so long ago,
none of us were strong;
Nancy wore green stockings
and she slept with everyone.
She never said she'd wait for us
although she was alone,
I think she fell in love for us
in nineteen sixty one,
in nineteen sixty one.
It seems so long ago,
Nancy was alone,
a forty five beside her head,