International Velvet Lyrics - 1998
A dead loss,
No fun, just glum
Lying next to someone
So don't mention the war
Don't question where we stand
Or where we fall
North, south, east where's best?
If i head left
It turns out directionless
And needle point aside
I always find
Embroidery leaves me blind
Cos i'm too weary to rest
Since i noticed
Coming second best is close to ideal
What fools boredom breeds
So much to do
So many goldfish to feed
And paracetamol
I take them all
They line my stomach wall
With customary thirst
I search a water glass
But gin hits first
Oh don't believe the hype
Expectancy will always spoil a party
It's tourniquet by crochet
My waters break
Don't drive for pity's sake
Cos i'm too weary to rest
Since i noticed
Coming second best
Is close to ideal
