The Mad Flight dress gordon nightmare

O my dear my we’re a wreck and
Why we’re waxing over records in
These accents we affected hours before
The caravan behind the bar
I couldn’t say who parked the car
What hands could ever have unlocked this door
And you’re gonna listen to me
But I guess you never mean it
Talk about the movie
And I’ll tell you if I’ve seen it
I was on the couch, you were on the floor
Trying to figure out what you’re doing it for
You were on the couch, I was on it too
Now I’m on the floor, seemed the thing to do
And I can slip inside of this
Dress Gordon nightmare I can
Memorize the spine on any book
You’ll ever buy
So roll me out at noon
We can troll (control) the avenue
In some retirement credit card commercial
We’ll settle on Japan
But when it’s autumn and
We’re British, when it’s autumn and we’re British
We forget to give a damn
We’ve got stamps on wrists and hands
The night’s admittances still branded
On us as twin tattooed files
Figure out the sink myself
Kill the mouthwash, raid the shelf
And raise a bottle to your health
And you want to listen to me
But I bet you'll never mean it
Talk about the movie
And I’ll tell you if I’ve seen it
I was on the couch, you were on the floor
Trying to figure out what you’re doing it for
You were on the couch, I was on it too
Now I’m on the floor, seemed the thing to do
And I can slip inside of this
Dress Gordon nightmare I can
Memorize the spine of every book
You’ll ever buy
Rifle through your catalogues
Right up to the cattle call
May your recitation save us all
But I was in a dream, you were in it too
Couldn’t find a drink or a thing to do
I was in a dream, you were in it too
Couldn’t find a drink or a thing to do
So roll me out at noon
We’ll stroll the avenue
In some retirement credit card commercial
We’ll settle on Japan
But when it’s autumn and
We’re British, when it’s autumn and we’re British
O won’t you…
Roll me out at noon
We can stroll the avenue
In some retirement credit card commercial
They’ll never understand
That when it’s autumn and
We’re British, when it’s autumn and we’re British
We forget to give a damn