First things first: I have a happy secret The next bit's worse I intend to keep it that way I can't remember the last word spoken I got some mail I didn't open It's an un-read letter day I know both of us are poor But baby what are phone bills for When it's not raining All these streets are filled with students But you won't catch me complaining it's a nuisance It's useless I know A storm rolls across the suburbs And the streets are as empty as the cupboards But for the boy most likely And the girl most lovely Given time I could get tired of all this sleeping The days I've thrown away And the hours that I am keeping But for a while I'm fairly happy feeling hopeless A somersault in a winter coat I didn't notice a thing And I say it like it's unrehearsed But I said it in the bathroom first The boy most likely And the girl most lovely The hedges and the hibiscus As soon as she's outside she says I grew up in the tidiest of towns Past the pub where my parents met Resigning ourselves to modern architecture Don't let the barstools get you down