Heavy Comfort

Did you catch her in the window?

Do-right woman, do-right man

Praying for heavy comfort

To fill his pockets with his hands

Men in chip shop, milk bar postmen

Used to fork out for your mouth

And now the compliments have stopped

Since every asset's heading south

He was a sharp one, what a looker

The last drunk to hang around

Get well shickered, coloured knickers

Are just for the mirror now

Had a dream once it was morning

In a dress that never frayed

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