Watch these hands Watch what they're doing What is it? They float around the neck like nervous birds They circle the waist like sly torpedoes Then they hike into the interior You know how it is You can be your enemy Turn to sideways figure of eight Oh we've each got our positions in this exchange of views This oratory, this debate You know, I think one of us should drink the other to tears Well alcohol it composes to water You know there's not much to it The last part was nothing less than the same as the first Your dark eyes, your blue eyes Your dark eyes, your blue eyes Oh memory's a house under rain The morning was bright I met your train A haze of perception brought buildings closer and sounds from further away I watched a kiss on private ground And a phone box demolished by mistake Just watch it explode Yeah I know, I know, I know He doesn't want you to speak He's not sure if he even wants you to breathe And if he says you're not gonna last a week without him It's only what he wants you to believe These lovers You ask them to go, they won't come back You ask them to stay, they won't go away The morning was evening, train was a bus, it was dull, dull, dull You've got something to tell me? I can taste it I can taste it I know what it is