You glug and you glug, salt water from sandcastle bucket. You glug and you glug and the tide turns in your stomach, splash your shoes. You complain the tap-water runs solid white, you dangle fishing line for crabs, but they're not interested, I'm your only bite. I watched your face move in a compact mirror; how the powder settles in - premature crows feet, caused by worry. You say I circle you unwanted, like a seagull swoops and feeds from bin.
There Are Listed Buildings and woe betide your listed heart. I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money. I'll take any scraps that you can give.
Comewhat midnight, you commandeer a fishing boat, decree to drift further than we could swim. Comewhat midnight, the neon signs, have been unplugged and fade, you danced a jig down at the harbour, create your own flash show with security lights. I remember being naked to my waist though not in which direction. "And oh, I am a glutton for love, can you give me some romance? I'm a glutton for sin". We are but two atheists in lust, you know, we gotta make our own luck.
There Are Listed Buildings and woe betide your listed heart. I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money. I'll take any scraps that you can give. I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money. I'll take any scraps that you can give. I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money. I'll take any scraps that you can give.