James

Ugly children with poor complexions and greasy hair Receive no concessions and it's a heartless world And it's a thoughtless heartless world Oh James, oh you're a terrible child, hide yourself away From furnished accommodation with a view and window seat You swear she really is the best thing that you have ever seen But your heart is in the wrong place Cover your face and despair yourself away Oh you're impossible, James, hide yourself away And it's a sin to be a saint, and you're impossible, James And it's impossible to accept that she's impossible And as a consequence you lock yourself away And it's a crime to be alive and be alone and be content to be Oh James, oh you're a terrible child, hide yourself away And in the morning when you wake, nothing will have changed