Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slow Club
Slow Club
Performer
Charles Watson
Charles Watson
Guitar
Rebecca Lucy Taylor
Rebecca Lucy Taylor
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Watson
Charles Watson
Songwriter
Rebecca Lucy Taylor
Rebecca Lucy Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slow Club
Slow Club
Producer
Baxter Dury
Baxter Dury
Producer

Lyrics

Well, I don't Know what i'm doing here I could say That I do But I don't You could wrap a million candles Into a torch and hope that it stears you home You could cut all the telephone wires And hope that nobody does get through I might not have the power Of telepathy But, I'm gonna be contacting you Because i borrowed a book that I saw Was planted deep inside your bag It gave me an excuse To see you again But I'm not a theif I'll give it back Don't you ever wonder Who's living in that house It's too small for people We all said But there's people in the floorboards said the mouse And I showed you the things that I'd made You didn't think that they were too great But I'm glad that you thought of it Think what you're taught Because everybody else's mind is grey We kept up the act for, two-o-o-o-o Dates before it needed blue I didn't drink what you drank You didn't sink when I sank So, there's little else for us to do Don't you ever wonder Who's living in that house It's too small for people We all said But there's people in the floorboards said the mouse Said the mouse I didn't say Goodbye today Oh, I did it The cowards way I tied it to the net, girl To see where it gets To go sailing on Down your way But you poured petrol all over The ship you used to sail the sea You didn't think that you'd be coming home again So, you said Bye to me Don't you ever ponder On things we never said Yes I did But when we were kids Now it's too late Because we're dead Because we're dead Because we're dead Because we're dead
Writer(s): Charles Richard Harrop Watson, Rebecca Lucy Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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