Once you wrote your name in peppercorns poured out onto the table Your mother's bedside table, with her jingly-jangly j**ellery Her perfumes and her lipstick and the pepper from the kitchen Where your mother put her face on every morning Now your smile comes over in your voice Now your smile comes over in your voice And I have no choice but to try to keep that voice close to my ear I like it when you come round here Once you went searching rock pools with your best friend's younger brother Left the hotel breakfast waiting with your parents and your best friend The skinless fish and the soft rolls under light bulbs To go searching through blue rock pools in Devon Now your smile comes over in your voice Now your smile comes over in your voice And I have no choice but to try to keep that voice close to my ear I like it when you come round here Now your smile comes over in your voice Now your smile comes over in your voice And I have no choice but to try to keep that voice close to my ear I like it when you come round here I like it when you come round here