they hid a knife in their hip belt
and paraded a promise
of the hurt they could melt
they were a river bound tear
destined to damn up my defences
and to add fog to all that was clear

no one can know us,
the desperation that we must
ties your bicycle to a railing
and leaves it to rust

the taste of your own medicine
did not go down too well
i gave you a teaspoon
you gave me a bell

i learnt that her past was deep
and stalked her in her sleep
the love of a mother given
is all the heartache ever forgiven

so i found the telephone book
and then i found my telephone
and i decided to take a look
the key has a place that is missed
so i found numbers to call
and i called a local locksmith

you like everything to be just so
and you feel a need
to always be in control