Standing in an airport queue with a bag of microphones
They arouse suspicion everywhere I go
You think that I packed swimming trunks and came home with a bomb?
Please sir I've just been away braising in the sun
Would it be safe to assume that I've been up to no good again?
Why is it I have no shoes on?
Cause they floated off down the Seine
I have too much time today i bit my fingers raw
I heard the foreign birds call
And I could not ignore that I missed your pretty face today
It wouldn't leave me be
And the only thing I've got in the fridge is a shriveled tangerine
Would it be safe to assume that i've been up to no good again?
As and when I drop down dead be a friend
And please bury me under that tree where the neighbourhood dogs mark their territory
We swam in lakes in national parks
You can't back what you say
Thrashing tulips in the dead dead dark
You can't back what you say
Tasteless meals on plastic trays