There are Listed Buildings
You glug and you glug, salt water from sandcastle bucket.
You glug and you glug and the tide turns in your stomach, splash your shoes.
You complain the tap-water runs solid white, you dangle fishing line for crabs,
but they're not interested, I'm your only bite.
I watched your face move in a compact mirror; how the powder settles in - premature crows feet, caused by worry
You say I circle you unwanted, like a seagull swoops and feeds from bin.
There are listed buildings and woe betide your listed heart.
I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money.
I'll take any scraps that you can give.
Come what midnight, you commandeer a fishing boat,
decree to drift further than we could swim.
Com ewhat midnight, the neon signs, have been unplugged and fade,
you danced a jig down at the harbour, create your own flash show with security lights.
I remember being naked to my waist though not in which direction.
And oh, I am a glutton for love, can you give me some romance? I'm a glutton for sin.
We are but two atheists in lust, you know, we gotta make our own luck.
There are listed buildings and woe betide your listed heart.
I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money.
I'll take any scraps that you can give.
I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money.
I'll take any scraps that you can give.
I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money.
I'll take any scraps that you can give.
