Coming Second

Found a hole and slipped on through Kissed the stone and learnt the lines Jumped the queue all the time forgetting you Best dishevelled lover three years running Coming second to A picket fence white 9-to-5 who's Just alive Beyond repair, there is nothing to say Save some fading regrets Yet I can't be without this Beyond repair, there is nothing to say Save some fading regrets Yet I need you to be (To be around) I need you to be (To be around) I want you to say (You'll be around) I need you to be (To be around) Spit-shone lies, juggled debts Planted flags and made regrets Muddled through all the time Forgetting you Cut your teeth and breezed on to Another brothers fickle ways So why amazed when it don't Come out your way Beyond repair, there is nothing to say Save some fading regrets Yet I can't be without this Beyond repair, there is nothing to say Save some fading regrets Yet I need you to be (To be around) I need you to be (To be around) I want you to say (You'll be around) I need you to be (To be around)