Two types of heartache blow my life into pieces The first is fiscal, the second does not bare repeating Say Darling Alistair Why'd your taxes remain way too taxing? Is it not opportune to pose these questions? Darling, are you on it? Darling, are you popular? We thought you were honest But you keep secrets in your refrac You have me vetted to another question answer session Dressed down, informal like But it still leaves the wrong impression Your fabric's merging Urge you to break in to something vibrant Instead your head drops dead with silence Darling, are you on it? Darling, are you popular? We thought you were honest But you keep secrets in your refrac Darling, you know this Darling, are you ill-defined? Darling, are you honest? From behind blacked out windows of your car Excheque my broken heart Cancel cheques in the mail It's like we just got started, Alistair Home wrecker, duty bound Two take pence in the pound It's like you just departed, Alistair Darling, are you on it? Darling, are you popular? We thought you were honest But you keep secrets in your refrac Darling, you know this Darling, are you ill-defined? Darling, are you honest? From behind blacked out windows of your car Darling, are you on it? Darling, are you popular? We thought you were honest But you keep secrets in your refrac Darling, you know this Darling, are you ill-defined? Darling, are you honest? From behind blacked out windows of your car