Watch these handsnWatch what they're doingnWhat is it?nnThey float around the neck like nervous birdsnThey circle the waist like sly torpedoesnThen they hike into the interiornYou know how it isnnYou can be your enemynTurn to sideways figure of eightnOh we've each got our positions in this exchange of viewsnThis oratory, this debatenYou know, I think one of us should drink the other to tearsnnWell alcohol it composes to waternYou know there's not much to itnThe last part was nothing less than the same as the firstnnYour dark eyes, your blue eyesnYour dark eyes, your blue eyesnnOh memory's a house under rainnThe morning was brightnI met your trainnA haze of perception brought buildings closer and sounds from further awaynI watched a kiss on private groundnAnd a phone box demolished by mistakennJust watch it explodennYeah I know, I know, I knownHe doesn't want you to speaknHe's not sure if he even wants you to breathenAnd if he says you're not gonna last a week without himnIt's only what he wants you to believennThese loversnYou ask them to go, they won't come backnYou ask them to stay, they won't go awaynnThe morning was evening, train was a bus, it was dull, dull, dullnnYou've got something to tell me?nnI can taste itnI can taste itnI know what it is