When we walked the streets together
All the faces seemed to smile back
And now the pavements have nothing to offer
And all the faces seem to need a slap
There's an unfamiliar grip
On an unfamiliar handkerchief
Attending to the tears on cheeks I wouldn't notice
With you no matter how vicious the grief
Her expression was damp and crooked
Grabs onto my throat and won't let go
Won't let go
Won't let go
Won't let go
[Hook]
Save me from (the secateurs)
I'll pretend (I didn't hear)
Can't you see I'm the ghost in the wrong coat
Biting bu*ter and crumbs
There's a handsome maverick
You don't talk about to keep me calm
And I can't help if I create aversion
That pulls you back onto his arm
Please don't tell me
You don't have to darling I can sense
That he painted you a gushing sunset
And slayed a few panthers in your defence
He stands separate and ever deadly
Clings onto my throat and won't let go
Won't let go
Won't let go
Won't let go
[Hook]
Save me from (the secateurs)
I'll pretend (I didn't hear)
Can't you see I'm the ghost in the wrong coat
Biting bu*ter and crumbs
Save me from (the secateurs)
I'll pretend (I didn't hear)
Can't you see I'm the ghost in the wrong coat
Biting bu*ter and crumbs