(difford/tilbrook)

Last night I played the drunken fiddle
Disabled love with a word of dribble
On and on about some jumbled subject
Said your friends were a bunch of muppets
Said your sister should have grown a moustache
Said you didnt need to take off your mask
Down the staircase I made my stagger
I left you crying but it didnt matter
So I sat inside my car and wonder
A headache in my head like the thunder
Chewed my nails like a guilty victim
Couldnt see or feel the night or nothing
Wanted to explain but all so desperate
Love was like it was some investment
Then I dont remember who said what when
On a scrap of paper I placed my pen

When I woke up in the morning
Beside you in the bed
My mouth was full of nothing
My arm around your head
And I dont know how I got there
I didnt want to check
Now back between each other
Were salvaging our wreck

Youve thrown my jigsaw all over the floor
Were at the deepest deep
I thought our love had died forever
But it just went to sleep