Chat in Amsterdam, Winter 2003

If we're having so much fun, how come I'm crying every Monday?

Is it just to cancel out the laughter from Thursday 'til Sunday?

I spend the next two days in bed and I wonder what it's all about

And as soon as I start to feel okay I know it's time to go back out

I've had the same look on my face for the last two lonely years

Twenty-four months of bargain pills, cheeky lines and stolen beers

In all the pictures that I've got, my eyes are so black and wide

And you don't have to look long enough you'll see there's not much life inside

A new home to hang my heart is what I thought I'd never find but fate, as always, intervened

And now I've got a girl in mind, and I'm meeting her next week when we get back home to Glasgow

That's if we even make it and we don't get buried in the Dutch snow

And if my instincts are right, I will fall in love and then we'll have a laugh from time to time, but you won't see me there again

When I get home in the morning, Trisha's hosting a debate - She says, if you don't like the fish you're catching then you've got to change the bait