Tattooed Fists

I saw a drunk pin stripe and a trouser suit kiss

In a private show for the waiters on break and the tourists

In a healthy glow of a wedding shop

A row of mannequins lined up like an audience

Sound check in a black box of a venue

Bet it remembers every flight

Bet it remembers every fight between midlevel bands

Over apathetic hands

They might have met once or twice, they might've met once or twice

You say yours won't be a life spent waiting for the odd line

Spent trying to be two things at the same time

You will attack every night

Like you're still holding your father's knife

And love and hate like the tattooed fists came at you swinging

Jabbing your ribs and your chin till your lips were fat and your head was ringing

And they waited for you to fall

And they waited for you to fall

But your glass jaw isn't glass anymore

And it was never ironic, it was never smug

Dancing round your handbag in a High Street pub

And punching the air and they put

Springsteen on and by the time the lights came on

We were long gone

And love and hate like the tattooed fists came at you swinging

Jabbing your ribs and your chin till your lips were fat and your head was ringing

And they waited for you to fall

And they waited for you to fall

But your glass jaw isn't glass anymore

Your glass jaw isn't glass anymore

And the best that you can say

We woke up from each other

Opened our eyes, could barely see each other

To chalk out lines the people might've guessed had once been lovers

But no more

And love and hate like the tattooed fists came at you swinging

Jabbing your ribs and your chin till your lips were fat and your head was ringing

And they waited for you to fall

And they waited for you to fall

But your glass jaw isn't glass anymore

Your glass jaw isn't glass anymore

Your glass jaw isn't glass anymore