These empty feelings
And late night dealings
I’ve no more wishes
Just obstinate ideas
About the girl sat opposite to me

I’ll never get to know you
So there’s little point in trying…

I’ve no more wishes
Just obstinate ideas
About the girl sat opposite to me

The city is spreadeagled
Eyes down to the trough
Avoid all slopes
Sidestep all crowds
Information’s no education at all

The reddest month
The reddish hair
You said I loved the idea of you

The reddest month
The reddish hair
You said I loved the idea of you