Someone Elses 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 peoples beds.

And if the grass seems greener,

But it turns out to be blue

The garden of eden isnt quite the place for you.

Dont be surprised if Im gone under the spell,

Of some other witches wand

Ringing someone elses bell.



Meeting on the motorway

Your lover boy blue,

Steaming up the windows

With your last breath of youth.

Dont you think I see it

Your handbags full of notes,

Im feeling like the punch line

In someones private joke.



Our eyes dont 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,

Im left to draw conclusions

While I button up my shirt.