Arab Strap
screaming in the trees
We met on mutual ground
But you avoided my gaze
Until I lost your face
In the next morning's haze
You're shoes could've woken up the whole street
They drowned out the birds, screaming in the trees
We sat down on the stone stairs
And I watched the scars on your knees
We met on mutual ground
You fell out of your dress
This bar's not open late enough
So let's go home and make a mess
They smiled and left the room
To leave us with more space
But we stayed where we were
And just had a drink to the chase
A good night kiss equals a quick reaction
It's hard to believe, I'm fully grown
So as usual we partied on vague terms
So you could climb back on your thrown
- :
- Arab Strap
- The Red Thread
- Mad For Sadness
- Philophobia
- Week Never Starts Round Here
- Elephant Shoe
- Miscellaneous
- Monday At The Hug And Pint
- The Last Romance
- The Week Never Starts Round Here
- Monday at the Hug & Pint
- Ten Years of Tears
- Scenes Of A Sexual Nature
- Dream Sequence
- Speed-Date
- There Is No Ending
- Quiet Violence
- The Cunted Circus
- Primavera Sound 2003
- Out of Our Heads on Skelp