Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Untitled, artist - Tindersticks. Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Song language: English
Untitled |
| Nothing came under |
| The rays remained in the sun that day |
| And life isn’t full of surprises |
| You think you could steal in |
| Pop over the wall in the middle of the night |
| Climb out of those heavy boots and clothes |
| And into that cool blue |
| You’re not even dipping your toe |
| I find this bed too big now |
| It’s like those people you see on the way to work |
| Stuck in an endless queue of traffic |
| Each one in their own individual car |
| Half of them coming from the same place |
| Going to the same place |
| Going nowhere |
| They could quarter the amount of cars by sharing a lift |
| Go on the bus, wipe out all the cars |
| I should rid myself of this bed, get myself a cardboard box |
| No waste of space |
| No force of empty wasted space for your body to create it’s dent in |
| I miss your back |
| You’re back, how are you? |
| What are you up to? |
| getting on okay? |
| F**k off |
| Eighteen months ago they moved in here |
| The scrap metal dealer to one side |
| And divorced violinist to the other |
| Each morning we’d wake to the same chorus |
| Of cookers and fridges being dragged on their sides across the concrete |
| Accompanied by ravel’s bolero |
| At first this was the best sound we’d ever heard |
| Hammer a six inch nail into my right ear |
| Shove a red hot poker up my nose |
| Make me walk on hot coals and broken glass |
| Gouge out my eyes with a cocktail stick |
| Rip my fingernails off |
| The pain would be so much easier than doing nothing to me at all |
| It was that dream again, when I was on the table |
| There was bright lights, and laurence olivier out of 'the marathon man' staring |
| down at me |
| As they unbuttoned my coat and unravelled my sweater |
| And the shirt and the vest peeled |
| And said «did something die in here? |
| " |
| So, whose bed you been sleeping in then? |
| Some poncey arsehole I’ll bet |
| I can see you there |
| And it f**king hurts |
| God, I want to buy you bagels and cream cheese for breakfast |
| Run down the corner shop without my undies or socks on |
| Make some fresh coffee, hop back into your warm bed |
| And have those chats I miss so much |
| Another coffee? |
| cigarette? |
| Fancy going to the pub later |
| God, it’s good to see you |
| You always cheer me up |