From the Album: Didn't Feel A Thing Before you get me started with you speil The circles drawn around you aren't for real You sugarcoat intentions when it suits I can't work you out my hearts held in a noose The supersonic records in you ears Compress just what they've heard and what You'll hear Stuck for words when we're out in a crowd The slipper wearing scenesters shout you down Double round of beers, hands on mouths To stop your rock careers heading south Resplendent in your fringe clipboard held tight You're 35 Affections been replaced with all things cold Kept from her at safe distance hard to hold From cinemas and long calls in the dark Persistence failed, a breath blew out the spark Potentials there, her cap still leaves a mark Before you get me started with your speil