They're playing love songs on the radio
I stole you, but I stole you
An inch of snow and a
forecast full of rain
The days of gold made its way
into your stereo
Where virtuosos spill their guts
over who climbs what
And how high and how much it grates
I can make mistakes
and I can break my strings
And that aside from the song I sing
I haven't got you anything
Where are my handfuls of roses?
Where are my promises
that I'm yours?
Where is my sense of adventure?
Seems I only ever climb your contours.
An d I said it's better
to wait for the weather
to blow us apart or throw us together.
Suffering things about word
s like forever
Plus you're plastered and pouring in
Four in the morning
Saying don't you wanna get
down to it in the bath
I'm gonna take you up to
Greenwich to see the stars
And the comments about you dying
Ribbons round an empty promise
and you're backing
Horses with their empty
pockets all in vain
And acting like it's all the rage,
all the rage
Cos every picture fades
and it's all for us
The plans we make get raided
with the coppers
That's what you're meant
by pulling the stoppers
Where are your handfuls of roses
and where are those promises of yours?
And where is your sense of
adventure?
It seems you only ever climb my contours.
And then in the morning
I hear you creeping
And then leaving for work
in the clothes you're sleeping
Oh, how did I miss them
and what was I thinking?
Those are your handfuls of roses
and these are my promises that I'm yours
And yeah, it's my idea of romance,
cos it's a slow dance, and of course
Step by step,
we're at home in the weather
As she blows us apart
and throws us together
Like she's read things about
words like forever
And if everyone's scared,
if nobody's sure
Or good enough for anyone else anymore
Then what do I care,
I don't need to be cured
Or endlessly reassured
I'm so sure that I'm not sure
I'm so sure that I'm not
sure
Well, upset my soul
Up set my
soul
Upset my soul
Upset my soul
Fool
Fool
Oh -oh -ohhh
Oh -oh -ohhh
Oh -oh -oh h h
Oh -oh -ohhh