Music To Hold Hands To — текст песни (Lucksmiths, The)

You can`t keep a secret
But you keep a diary anyway
And you get away with murder
Because you`ve got a way with words
Yeah, and I know where you keep it:
Under where your underwear is meant to be
But usually it`s all over the floor
I can`t see the carpet anymore

If you arose by any other name
You`d smell as sweet
And you`d look just the same

I could never understand you
Hating music to hold hands to
Sometimes something you can dance to
Is the last thing that you need
Yeah, and squandering a Sunday
On a 499-piece jigsaw puzzle
Doesn`t trouble me one little bit
One little bit!

I feel like going visiting this evening
Across the rooftops of North Carlton
While the suburb is asleep
My friends live in renovators` dreams
It`s as euphemistic as it seems