Well the morning was complete.nThere was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat,nSeveral hours or several weeks,nI'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak!nnIt's the beginning of the end, the car went up the hill,nAnd disappeared around the bend, ask anyone they'll tell you that.nIt's these times that it tends,nThe start to breaking up, to start to fall apartnOh! hold on to your heart.nnDo me a favour, break my nose!nDo me a favour, tell me to go away!nDo me a favour, stop asking questions!nnShe walked away, well her shoes were untied,nAnd the eyes were all red,nYou could see that we've cried, and I watched and I waited,n'Till she was inside, forcing a smile and waving goodbye.nnCuriousity becomes a heavy load,nToo heavy to hold, too heavy to hold.nCuriousity becomes a heavy load,nToo heavy to hold, will force you to be cold.nnAnd do me a favour, and ask if you need some help!nShe said, do me a favour and stop flattering yourself!nHow to tear apart the ties that bind, perhaps fuck off, might be too kind,nPerhaps fuck off, might be too kind.