Lyrics

I step in the room
You’re not on the scene
Since you left it
The city’s so clean
There in the booth
For all to see
His hands in hers, hers in mine, yours on me
Glass on the shelf
Wet scarf that I left
Blood that you puked all over my trench
They are so hard to find
Imaginary fields I’d like
To be in sometime

So please don’t go making a mess
The tales that they say
Won’t count any less
Things that you do
You won’t but you might
Hole in the roof, it gives me a fright

So please don’t go making a mess
The tales that they say
Won’t count any less
Things that you do
You won’t but you might
Hole in the roof, it gives me a fright

And so I return to the scene of the crime
Said I’d do it differently this time
But I haven’t changed, not yet at least
A prayer I’ll say to the soon, soon deceased
Improbable tears, impossible heart
The things that you told me from the start
I’d call them again to call them by name
What once I’d said I could still claim

So please don’t go making a mess
The tales that they say
Won’t count any less
Things that you do
You won’t but you might
Hole in the roof, it gives me a fright

So please don’t go making a mess
The tales that they say
Won’t count any less
Things that you do
You won’t but you might
Hole in the roof, it gives me a fright

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