Story Behind the Song
Recorded in one or two takes, with some dodgy vocals but a certain charm nonetheless.
Lyrics
Well I sympathise, dear, that you're all on your own..
you could fly on over here, but then you'd just miss your home.
But who comes to hold me when I am all alone?
I'm not running around you no - I'm just holding the phone.
I can tell by the way you keep on saying my name,
you've forgotten the meaning, 'though your words are still the same.
There's a light in the middle where nobody ever goes,
and I've tried to get in there and see just how it glows.
But all of these windows that I've peered through,
And all of those gaps you disappeared through,
And all of the games we've played
(and we've played some games, baby)
Everything's broken,
Everything's spent
Everything's spoken
Everything's rent.
You're like a vacuum - splitting every way.
What makes you happy is whatever ruins my day.
You know just what I hate and so you just prevaricate -
you know what I hate, but do it any way.
Loneliness is a curse - I guess I'm blessed;
for I never miss your kiss and as you might have guessed:
I'm happy on my own - as long as you give me phone.
You give your dog a bone: the issue is addressed.
But all of these windows that you've peered through
And all of those gaps you disappeared through
And all of those games we played
We played some, baby.
Everything's spoken for
Everything's spent
Everything's broken, and
Everything's rent.
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