Someone Else`s Bell — текст песни (Squeeze)

(Difford/Tilbrook)

We talk about each other
On our wrap around couch,
And live out all the romance
In our little town house.
I never fit the shower
And she never sews the threads,
And so we find our feelings
In other people`s beds.
And if the grass seems greener,
But it turns out to be blue
The garden of Eden isn`t quite the place for you.
Don`t be surprised if I`m gone under the spell,
Of some other witches` wand
Ringing someone else`s bell.

Meeting on the motorway
Your lover boy blue,
Steaming up the windows
With your last breath of youth.
Don`t you think I see it
Your handbag`s full of notes,
I`m feeling like the punch line
In someone`s private joke.

Our eyes don`t seem to contact
Never much to say,
Except perhaps excuse me
Or pass me the ashtray.
I see him waiting for you
As you go off to work,
I`m left to draw conclusions
While I button up my shirt.