Lyrics Late Of The Pier - Mad Dogs And Englishmen

Broken watches
Feeling fractious
I know you dont love it so

Falling over
Off the tyre
I know it seems too far

This garden is growing over
This hard ice i'm roaming on
Fat chance that you'll ever get another
Chance to be a cover up
My head and wipe a flannel

Falling over
Aeroplanes and
Wanting to be derelict

Can't remember

This garden is growing over
And nothing can ever be said for you
And that's just
Heres your answer
Why bother
I've never been nothing other
Than the boy with the words
That lose control