Lyrics Someone Else's Bell - Squeeze

Someone Else's Bell

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.