Boo Hewerdine

Never thought you knew me
never thought of you with me
always fighting in the dark
before

never got to tell you
I don't know what I mean to you
no need to explain
anymore

but I'd cry
I would die if I lost you
and I'd cry

when I think about us
it's only me that comes between us
it's only me that
closes the door

but I'd cry
I would die if I lost you
and I'd cry

and you know you held me up
held me to the sun
when I was yours
and I know I let you down
let you down
the day that I was gone

but I'd cry
I would die if I lost you
and I'd cry
but I'd cry
I would die if I lost you
and I'd cry

Mister luck
Mister front
You're always kidding your way through

Mister you
missed again though you wanted to

But I wouldn't catch you
No I would be the one who
after all is laid inside out
in the bed that you made
Say the dirty pretty words
you say
Never gonna mean a thing
Say the dirty pretty words
When you say
What you say
I'm not listening anyway

Out of luck
out(get?) of front
is that what you wanna do?

out of your head again
is that what you're going through

But I wouldn't catch you
No I would be the one who
after all is laid inside out
in the bed that you made
Say the dirty pretty words
you say
Never gonna mean a thing
Say the dirty pretty words
When you say
What you say
I'm not listening anyway

ever wonder where
everbody goes
all the liberties you're taking
take a look around
did you ever stop
maybe you should start changing
dirty pretty words
dying on your tongue
here we go again
there you go again

there you go again
But I wouldn't catch you
No I would be the one who
after all is laid inside out
in the bed that you made
Say the dirty pretty words
you say
Never gonna mean a thing
Say the dirty pretty words
When you say
What you say
Say the dirty pretty words
you say
Never gonna mean a thing
Say the dirty pretty words
When you say
What you say
I'm not listening anyway

I'm wanting
your body
your mind and soul for a moral-less state
of that which I
can't get out of my
endless thoughts of

the sharp edge of you
cuts me voice
when I say your name
I'm thinking that

I'm just a wandering soul
waiting for someone to take hold
and I'd choose not to love you
I've been here too many times before

reflection
imagined
you're one thing in the front of my mind
staring me into my blue eyes

the sharp edge of you
cuts me voice
when I say your name
I'm thinking that

I'm just a wandering soul
waiting for someone to take hold
and I would choose not to love you
I've been here too many times before

I'm just a wandering soul
a wandering
a wandering soul
been here too many times before
been here too many times before
I'm thinking that

I'm just a wandering soul
waiting for someone to take hold
and I would choose not to love you
I'm thinking that

I'm just a wandering soul
waiting for someone to take hold
and I'd choose not to love you
I've been here too many times before