1000 pressed copies on black viynl
Eating out of my hands
Achieved most of all my plans
Won’t let it get to my head
Though I’m not too dour to have fun
I’m proud of all that I’ve done
And all the fiends that I’ve made
Here’s the test
I always aimed to the best
Raising my own standard by degrees
I’m unimpressed, a victim of my own success
Using obscure words just to impress you
From the heart
And I won’t take chances if I don’t want to
Feeling safe in the comfort that I’m tops at what I do
I’m perplexed that songs borne out of loneliness
Could make you empathise with me at all
Nonetheless it seems the powers I possess
Can change your life although I’ve never met you
From the heart
And I won’t take the chance
It started way back on a Saturday
A love affair on an Autumn afternoon
Filled my days with such excitement that very soon
Mom + Dad would only make it worse
Buy me books & shirts
Though the seasons come & went it seems my days were heaven sent
My mind thought blue & white instead sex & girls
And I want her I will wait til Summer
Torn in two pieces by the apple of my eye
And not anyone knows the reason why
Now I need her so badly
How do I choose how to pledge my loyalty
Up in the clouds or on the terraces
All I do is sit and agonise
Feel the tension rise
Phone the clubcall everyday
To help my problems ease away
Now I need her here with me
My little Summer girl