6.4 47 Am (The Remains Of Our Love)
I just cowered in the corner
My pyjama coat over my head
And she smiled as she finished her sandwich
And her cold eyes fixed me to my dark history
As she brushed the remains
Of our love from the bed
And when she had turned back the covers
When all of the prayers had been read
She said, come on over here you silly boy
Before you catch your death of cold
I was only joking
Let's leave behind the city grime
Let's not compete
It could be fine in the country
Couldn't it though come on lets go
I said, OK
Darling...Which way is Wyoming？'
You're going the wrong way.'
I know children...
Let's see how many...Volvos we pass
On the way to our new life in the country
...One
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