It's one three o 'clock, the bird clock called,
and I shivered and I shuddered, half awake and my back was turned, but half asleep.
I envisaged a rook, angry and ash -hooked, from coming down the chimney,
anxious to peck at the eyes that had poked at the feet of the slumbering
Scotsman and his confused partner.
But our last know and our last day
was a jam of frozen walkers
Slipping a slide in a rush to escape
Our morning spent to no mention
And our last day was a jam
Slipping a slide in a rush to escape
Our morning spent to no mention of
I'm drunk, I had hidden your clothes and you were
walking fast and fast and struggling to find them
In this frozen room, hiding under the covers
from this almost complete stranger
you did not know where I was
I could see my breath and your long dark hair
And your long thin back and it took
To remember where we were and who you
Remember where we were, and who you were,
Remember where we were, and who you were,
Remember where we were, and who you were,
What advice I'd give to someone so young
Do not lead your life like mine
Do not lend your life to somebody like me
If I tip -elved on the gaps in
It became more amusing in
The less sense they're making,
the more fun we're having
Do not care if I do not care
Or we cannot afford to care
As this is nothing just a blur
Just a flicker, just a taster
This is nothing just a blur
Just a flicker, just a taster
This is nothing just a blur
Just a flicker, just a taster
This is nothing just a blur
Is that liquor just a taster of
Is it nothing just a blur, just a flicker,
just a taster of what is not to come?
Is it nothing just a blur, just a flicker,
just a taster of what is not to come?
