Tom's Shoe Repair

Up the dark back stairs in the smell of glue from the

Shoe repairs

Feeling the way up to the smokestack apartment

Where you live and i stay

I've only got a half an hour here, i'll tell you so

You know

I was across the street in the record shop

When i heard i had to go

Alone, with the way that i'm feelin' it so

Realising that it's over

What are you saving it for?

Batteries, ill at ease, you're counting sheep

Backwards

Now they're dying out, slow to fade

Lyin down here listening to the orcas

And resemblances of waves

Inland on this island of history, mr. bean, biscuits

And cemeteries

And watchin' the shopkeepers watchin' their shops

'cause they're the only ones that ever talk to me

When the lines start drifting apart

Realising that it's hard

What are you saving it for

When lines come hard

Alone, and the lines start drifting apart

Realising that it's hard

What are you saving it for

When the lines come hard

You know with the way that i'm feelin' it so

You know with the way that i'm feelin' it so

You know when lines start ripping apart

You'd be lyin if you said that it's not hard

What are you settling for

When the lines come hard

You know

Don't know