Both born of lust and deceit, we are lovers who will never meet. Once fate put us in the same room, when you knew not of me, nor I of you.
Something inside dies... And we don't stand up to scrutiny, but we spin by, and by the by, a great pain finds numb haven, humdrum, and we spin by, and by the by, something inside dies...
Me and my imaginary friend have been going round the bend for some time now, for some time now...
And me and Timmy Turd are having trouble being heard through the background hum, above the background hum...
And me and Barry C are going down to Connah's Quay. For all your [populärt gitarrmärke] dreams, a [populärt gitarrmärke] is all you need...
Me and my imaginary friend have been going round the bend for some time now, for some time now...
And me and Timmy Turd are getting trouble being heard through the background hum, above the background hum...
And me and Barry C are going down to Connah's Quay. For all your [populärt gitarrmärke] dreams, a [populärt gitarrmärke] is all you need...
Something inside dies...