[Tom]
It was a particularly wretched January
And his boiler is broken again
I’ve gone round to try and fix it
But the manual don’t make any sense
It’s a shit self obsessed poem
DIY therapy, the cold is just name checked
If it weren’t for me, if it weren’t for me
That word is wrong
That word is correct
Darling, darling, darling, darling
You say you can’t wait
Til the frost is burnt off by summer
You say does this last
Forever and ever and ever and ever
[Joel]
Your darling, I’ll always be you
Somehow fallen to the blue
Your darling, I’ll always bе you
Somewhere deep bеneath the dew
[Tom]
He always entertained the ghosts
Snow-white skin, he’d fit right in
If it weren’t for me, if it weren’t for me, if it weren't for me
Perhaps the snow-drops might bloom
On the thrown dirt, which buries
The memory
On the the thrown dirt, which buries
The body
Darling, darling, darling, darling
I say, in dumb hope
Soon you’ll be over the weather
Darling, darling, darling, darling
I say in dumb hope
Life is endeavour, endeavour, endeavour, endeavour, endeavour
[Joel]
Your darling, I’ll always be you
Somehow fallen to the blue
Your darling, I’ll always be you
Somewhere deep beneath the dew
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