Keys in fancy dress as a sleeve cuff
Try not to think about love
And how it gets you home safe
And then messes the house up
From the other side of the street
I haven’t got the appetite
If I was taken by surprise?
I’d rather have two hands on my ears
But we’re hoping for no hands
And that one day the only worry I’ll have
Is losing the hand that’s holding mine
The World’s Biggest Paving Slab
Still haven’t got the appetite
For at least an hour a day
Mistakes kryptonite for his superpower
Yet, moves it to one side
When the clock strikes happy-hour
‘Cause the watered-down tequila
Makes his walls crumble like clay;
“Will you order me a carriage
Or carry me and all my baggage?
Even The Polyawkward Man could do with a hand when the sand runs away.”
The credits are rolling over me
Headphones on I walk alone
To the other side of the screen
WRITERS
Douglas Frost, Lewis Whiting, Lilly Fontaine, Nicholas Eden