Heavy Comfort
Did you catch her in the window
Do I run or do I mend
Praying for heavy comfor
To fill his pockets with his hands
Men in chip shops, milk bars, postme
Used to fork out for your mouth
And now the compliments have stoppe
Since every asset's headed south
He was a sharp one what a looker
The last drunk to hang around
Get well she could colour knicker
Just for the mirror now
Had a dream once it was mornin
In a dress that never frayed
And now your friends are like eyelashe
Too many dropping off these days
For forty seconds toda
I was sure that we were feeling the same way
For forty seconds toda
I was sure that we were feeling the same way.