Tekstovi: You Am I. Heavy Comfort.

Did you catch her in the window?
Do I run or do I mend?
Praying for heavy comfort
To fill his pockets with his hands

Men in chip shops, milk bars, postmen
Used to fork out for your mouth
And now the compliments have stopped
Since every asset's headed south

He was a sharp one, what a looker?
The last drunk to hang around
Get well, she could color knickers
Just for the mirror now

Had a dream once it was morning
In a dress that never frayed
And now your friends are like eyelashes
Too many dropping off these days

For forty seconds today
I was sure that we were
Feeling the same way
For forty seconds today
I was sure that we were
Feeling the same way