While You're In The Bath

In a top floor flat

In the corner of the city

Waiting for your hair to dry

Sitting through a pile of clean clothes

Waithing at a bus-stop for a downport to pass

How long will this last?

Washing up with cold water while you're in the bath

Resisting the temptation to look through the crack

Of the bathroom door

Though I've seen it before

Carpentry and magazines

Flights of stairs and wooden creaks

You've been calling to me

Long hauls and steep streets

Places I never reach

It's just a figure of speech

Washing up with cold water while you're in the bath

Resisting the temptation to look through the crack

Of the bathroom door

Though I've seen it before

And the nights just get harder

Synapses like brick walls

And my sensations are suspended

And I wish I could love you

Like I wanted to love you

I'm falling to bits

But I'll get used to it...