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At eight o'clock we said goodbye,
That's when I left her house for mine.
She said that she'd be staying in –
well she had to be at work by nine.
So I get home and have a bath,
And let an hour or two pass;
Drifting in front of my TV,
When a film comes on that she wants to see.

They tried to kill us off
But this show's not over
Cos we were born to shine
And thrill like supernova
So dry your tears don't cry now
It's nowhere near the final curtain

Anything could happen

In the silence of night
Down the black boulevard
Come the blinding headlights
If it isn't the hit
It's the thrill of the chase
You've got to admit
It's a hell of a place

What if there's another world
Circling a distant star
And on this planet lives a girl
Won't you tell me where you are?

I'm in deep space
I think I'm falling
And I feel like I'm a million miles from home

I had a dream but I just can't remember it - what could it mean? How did I ever let it slip? I'm a modern guy - I can't help but be sarcastic: it's a brand new day... well isn't that fantastic?

Hey, it's alright, at the end of the day there's gonna be more nights. Everything's okay, no need to get uptight - we can dream another dream tonight.

Game show afternoons - is that all I was born for - sitting in my room, just waiting to be called for?

Voices in my head
Say it's getting light
It's hard to go to bed
When you've been up all night

So as the day slips through the blinds
Don't let us break down
We should be racing from this murder scene

When I first met you
I walked you to your car
You said “let's take a drive”
We parked beneath the stars
Because the night was clear
They shone so brightly from the blue
Now when I look up
Everything is clouded and confused

It was late when she got on the train
Found a space between the coffee stains
Struggling to lift her suitcase
Pushing back the hair from her face
Here in my seat
I feel a rush beneath my feet
She's just a girl on a train
I'll probably never see her again

My idiot twin
Like a second skin
I just can't shake him
He's my stupid Siamese
A terminal disease
Forgive me please

(CHORUS)

Here comes the star of the show,
but he's got piss on his clothes -
still he's the man with all the front.
Ladies and gentlemen,
let's have your warmest welcome
for the world's biggest little cunt.

There's no curtain call,

I'll call you up from a phone box
Your light is on it's 3 o' clock
We'll go for a drive with the radio on
And you'll come alive to a forgotten song

London crawling through the sodium glow
Just like lovers again
Slipping between the sheets of dirty rain

Therapy sessions since the age of seven -
a familiar disfunction.
Only 21 going on 11,
when his loving arms became a truncheon.
Well she can act cute or she can act coy - the tantrums turn up uninvited;
she's playing with needles 'cos she's bored of her toys -
oh it's so hard to get excited.

It's only friction that causes all the sparks - they come between us and blow the world apart. It's only tension that I can't diffuse; you really made your mark, I've still got the bruise.

And now there's nothing left, just another twisted wreck, with love like Semtex.

Like a dud firework that goes off in your face, we should have lit the sky but we burned down the whole place.

And now there's nothing left, just another twisted wreck with love like Semtex. More like a letter bomb blast than a Valentine card, with love like Semtex.

[Chorus]
You dial the lucky number when you're feeling uptight,
When you're bored on a Sunday, and every Friday night
You dial the lucky number 'cause life is such a fight
They're gonna bring it over and make it all seem alright
You've got a lucky number,
For every time you need something to numb ya
You get that nagging hunger,

At eight o'clock we said goodbye,
That's when I left her house for mine.
She said that she'd be staying in –
well she had to be at work by nine.
So I get home and have a bath,
And let an hour or two pass;
Drifting in front of my TV,
When a film comes on that she wants to see.

At eight o'clock we said goodbye
That's when I left her house for mine
She said that she'd be staying in
Well, she had to be at work by nine
So I get home and have a bath
And left an hour or two pass
Drifting in front of my TV
When a film comes on that she wants to see

In the evening rush, she takes her seat by the window.
And when she lights up, nobody speaks, they just adjust their clothes.
She sits on the train from five fifteen to five fifty.
It's always the same,
"The way" she says "they look at me".
From Saturday to Saturday.
Contact, unclean, lock me up in quarantine.
Contact, unclean, lock me up in quarantine.

Like a russian doll
It's so hard to tell
What goes on inside
Behind your painted shells

Underneath a sky of prussian blue
Just call me
I will rush to you

They may throw stones against the glass
But there's no need to worry
One day they'll want our help and ask
We'll turn and say we're sorry
If all the stars fell from the sky
And we had nothing to cling to
There'll always be a you and I
And this is the song I'll sing you

G Bm
Kamikaze seagull planes
С
fighting over chip shop take-away remains;
when you're walking on the cliffs,
С
you can't help thinking of how far down the sea is,
Сm

The lights go out without a sound
You can feel the mounting tension
On the bed of nails where we've laid down
Far too many times to mention

(CHORUS)
I was on the high wire looking down
For my safety net

If you were an angel,
I would cut off your wings -
to keep you with me,
I would do anything.
Like broken bottles that
slip from drunken hands,
I've watched my star falling
and shatter on the ground.

The lights come on, I track her moves: locking the door, crossing the room. She's on the phone again, and when she laughs I feel my blood rushing - I feel my blood rush to my heart...

I call her up and disconnect, wait by her house once more to check, stare through the window of her kitchenette, and then I follow her down underground escalators, hiding behind my newspaper until the time when we're together.

So here we are, alone again; I'm in the dark, she's in her frame, her window bay.

I play the film back through my mind with a few new scenes I've designed; maybe I'll write her one or two more lines, and then I'll follow her down underground escalators, hiding behind my newspaper until the time when we're together.