Baby i know i've done you wrong But maybe if we are strong We can kinda put it right And the weekend will kinda be alright Someday and its gonna be soon If it's not impossible, like us sleeping on the moon We'll get us a mortgage and grown up stuff like that Or else we'll bottle and inject all the good times That we've had That's a f**ing likely story Orpheus won't watch jackanory There's make up and ice cream and stubble on your face And your clothes are pronounced versace and not versace Right now, as i'm looking at you i wanna kiss you Until you turn blue Tie you up with words And want you till it hurts And then i'l need you some more We've done our time in the bedrooms of the poor I'm jealous of pablo and you He will never paint me and all the money in the world Will never make me You'll never make me a beautiful girl She's eating roses in the cinema of my dreams I asked my waitress exactly what this means There's no place for beauty, not in here son Take it outside with all your hopes, when you're done Depressed? you bet It's such a shame that i'm sleeping in the bed Where you laid This is not an exit that's what the label said And so i knocked back a short We're done out time In the pubs of the north