| Particular Place to Be |
|---|
| Well I’m lying here |
| Just waiting |
| For the sun to arrive |
| To put some light in my eyes |
| Cause it’s a free day |
| Its a wee day |
| With no particular place to be |
| So we go and sit alone |
| Where the water lives |
| And it never snows |
| With the love around me now |
| I could laugh or cry |
| I could live or die and it |
| Would make no difference to me |
| Cause I got no particular place to be |
| So you pick up a stick |
| You slap the graveyard up |
| You run and trip and I |
| And I picked you up |
| Our hands touch |
| N' our hearts drop |
| Our mouths bend |
| And our bodies collide |
| No particular place to be |
| No particular place to be |
