If our words were once sweethearts,
Now theyre ugly, violent thugs.
How did our language come to this?
We speak in grunts and sighs and shrugs,
And we never used to let just one spare moment go to waste
Now youre hardly ever here, and when you are, youre bored and chaste.
So when did you decide that I was vile,
Ive tried and tried to talk but talkings never been your style.
You said we can still be friends but we both know that we wont.
And your mates all laugh and smile as if they know something I dont.
And every night a taxi softly sneaks you up our street.
You used to say youd broke your phone, now you dont care if youre discreet.
So why wont you just tell me who was there?
Theres a buzz about you now, theres something funny in the air.
If theres no hope for us then theres no hope for anyone,
What chance can they have if even you and me cant have fun?
Was it so long ago our friends said we were disgraceful?
But how could they ever know that we could be so unfaithful?
You werent wearing much of note
Just hold-ups and your long grey coat.
The three-bar fire lit up our skin, we whispered cause your Mum was in
And when we went to use the phone and noticed that we werent alone,
We shrugged and let the pervert see how he could only hope to be.
But that was in the haze of new romance,
When we floated hand in hand right through its vague, deceitful trance.
If theres no hope for us then theres no hope for anyone…
Thats me, then, Im all packed, you know I need some time to think.
You just keep what you think you might need. I think we both might need a drink.
And all the secrets that I keep, you know I keep because I care,
But now theres no hope left for us so, darling, lets just leave it there.