Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Instant Coffee Baby, artist - The Wave Pictures. Album song Instant Coffee Baby, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 03.06.2010
Record label: Little Teddy
Song language: English
Instant Coffee Baby |
And at Goose Fair on the waltzers |
And the big wheel in your kitchen in the greenhouse in my garden |
Dozing in the giant pillow of a bouncy castle |
With Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel |
Halfway down to Blackpool Tower |
These words have filled my finest hours |
Like a bottle of milk they soured |
And I’m wondering tonight |
Wondering tonight |
If your skin is still as thin |
As it was those mornings |
We were sieved together and fried in pans |
And on your make-up stand it said my number in red |
But you had filled your net |
Sending off your kids like crows |
Still, in Wymeswold at the end of the summer |
I could smoke one off the end of another |
And I could say the right thing and piss off your mother |
Who you never really cared for |
But now I’m wondering tonight |
Wondering tonight |
If your skin is still as thin |
As it was those mornings anyway… |
Anyway! |
Anyway! |
Anyway! |
Anyway! |
Well there is light in any one of these tunnels |
Spurting up the stained funnel |
Of your Italian ex-boyfriend's coffee machine |
Which I stole when he left for Bologna |
And when I burnt my finger on it |
It’s like he came back and bit me for it |
And you got cystitis didn’t you |
Didn’t you then |
With no purpose but to work |
And feel physical in nylon |
With the chocolate we survived on |
(The chocolate we dined on!) |
Melting in its plastic wrapper packet (in your pocket!) |
You crawled eight-legged down the drive |
And I’m wondering tonight |
Wondering tonight |
If your skin is still as thin |
As it was those mornings anyway… |
Anyway! |
Anyway! |
Anyway! |
Anyway? |
Anyway… |
Well the words that we spoke in the bar in the car |
And at Goose Fair on the waltzers |
And the big wheel in your kitchen in the greenhouse in my garden |
Dozing in the giant pillow of a bouncy castle |
With Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel |
Halfway down to Blackpool Tower |
These words have filled my finest hours |
Like a bottle of milk they soured |