Those Little Red Shoes

I held your hand in mine
You said 'now we'll be fine'
But the rainy day
Said more to me than you ever could

You held on to me
In so many ways
And I bogged you down
With my peculiar ways

Do you remember Prague in the rain?
Your little red shoes
Coffee and cream
The various cakes

We visited the Dali exhibition
With our tired eyes
Your big beautiful brown eyes
Which I can hardly forget

Do you remember the guided tour
In the Jewish quarter
With Sergei
Repeating 'always nice to save some monies'

I dragged you to the Kafka museum
And you were bored
But I love you more
Was the argument of the day

We were happy but we returned
I wish we never did
The Leeds drizzle hugged us
And I suppose it summed us up

I Suffered There In Your Arms

Oh little by little
I got used to this space
Time by time
I've accepted my fate
From the bottom of my heart
I shall answer yes
From the tip of my tongue
I shall confess
All those words I said were true
Everything I do, I think about you
Oh the colour of the sky turned red
The same colour as your dress
Writing in this empty room
With no one to talk to
I withdrew more deeply into myself
I couldn't stand what I'd become
Reader is understood
I kept no place in my heart
How can you find me guilty?
I've done nothing wrong!
How can you write an ending and then just carry on?
You were better than this
Living your life in lists
You are more malicios now
You are more malicious than I
I suffered there in your arms
I suffered there in your arms
I'll use this rhetorical divide
To give you a clearer goodbye
And my solitude is forced upon me
My solitude is forced upon me
I could have indulged in every debauchery
I had a simple elegance
My discovery was made slowly
And the cruel shame eats away within me
Reader understands what I mean
Reader understand what I mean
I kept no place in my heart
I kept no place for your name
I kept no place in my heart
I kept no place for your face

You're Failing Me

Oh the two of you can go gallivanting
Because we're going out together
Oh, you proved yourself again
You shot yourself in the toe

And it's all to kill
In hoodlum glory
But there's not enough glamour for you
And everyday was so true

Oh you stopped
Stopped cutting your hair
You said 'I'll be arrested by morning light'
All I've got is pair of trousers
A jacket and some torn shirts

Oh you're lacking in decorum
You're failing me
Oh you're lacking in decorum
You're laughing at me

You said one day you'd write down your dreams
You said 'tomorrow may not be what it seems'
I burst out laughing
It's called irony

If you go on preaching
You'll end up like a priest
There's only one reason worth living
You'll find it on old films

Oh you're lacking in decorum
You're failing me
Oh you're lacking in decorum
You're laughing at me
Oh you're lacking in decorum
I'm admitting defeat