1.Smokers In Love
In the early morning, when you wake each other up
Coughing like you might not make the afternoon
You keep the curtains closed and you carry off a conversation
But you both know that it's still far too soon to say you'll be
OK
La la la la la
You keep the curtains closed and you hide behind the newspaper
You got yourself some nicotine in the nick of time
And even though the weekend doesn't really make much difference
You spent Thursday on your backside whistling Friday On My
Mind
Super-supine
La la la la la
Smokers in love
Happy and hungover on the first day of October
Struggling to remember the last night of September
In the early evening, then you crack each other up
Laughing 'til you're practically bent double on the floor
Amidst a sea of empty bottles, crockery and coffee cups
Using anything for ashtrays, drinking drinks you can't afford
And you're still bored
La la la la la
Smokers in love
2.I Can't Believe It's Not Better
Take your time
Or some of mine
I've got more than I know what to do with
It's getting boring
At the wrong end of the morning
Staring myself stupid
Into a turned-off television
Cross-eyed, couch-ridden
I should get myself to bed
Or get myself together
I suppose it could be worse
But I can't believe it's not better
A lot depends
On the friendliness of friends
I reckon I should reconsider
So come on, spring to my defence
When nothing else makes sense
But unemployment figures
I can still afford to find it funny
That there's so much month left at the end of the money
I should get myself to bed
Or get myself together
I suppose it could be worse
But I can't believe it's not better
Hurry up! Hurry up!
It would be good to go outside
I know it's late but I'm willing to wait
I'm just so sick and tired
Of the ceilings and floors
Of the not-so-great indoors
3.Ie, Eg, Etc.
Here comes the blow-in again
Blowing kisses from the doorway
Don't just stand there, let him in
We want to hear some of his stories
We're the people that he knows
When there's nowhere else to go
When it's four am and pouring rain outside
We're his tonight
Tell me your troubles again
Tell me whom you can relate to
I'd like it if we could become closer friends
In fact I can barely wait to see you again
Just say when
Well you know that I'll be waiting here 'til then
We're the people that he knows
When there's nowhere else to go
When it's four am and pouring rain outside
We're his tonight
That is
For example
Etcetera
4.The Golden Age Of Aviation
For argument's sake let's pretend we could stop arguing
Over which of us is wrong and why it isn't you
We're barely awake before your head's up in the clouds again
There's nothing you like more than having nothing much to do
Stood akimbo
Staring out the window at the sky
All afternoon you've been buried in a biography
Of an aviatrix lost at sea, never to be found
Holed up in your room, holding out for an apology
But gravity will get to you eventually
You'll come down from upstairs again
With all those model aeroplanes
And the novelty wore off
When the pilots still wore goggles
But your eyes look skywards
And your mind still boggles
I'm going grey but you look younger than a year ago
When you put your hair in pigtails and you put your hand in mine
We'll be OK - I'm happy when you're here
But oh, your smile can seem as far away as once upon a time
You can't help it
Hopelessly nostalgic
A passing interest in the past
But I think it's going to last a little longer
I'll hold on to your hand as tightly as I can
But modelling glue is stronger
The novelty wore off
When the pilots still wore goggles
But your eyes look skywards
And your mind still boggles
Through frequent flyers' disappointments and disasters
The golden age of aviation never lost its lustre
5.Before The Sun Came Up
I'll never forget the morning we went running around
Before the sun came up
So new to this town
Under the weary light we took a ferry ride
And went over to the island
Stood there silently on the bow
And it was something akin to being in love
I guess it's love
We stood together but there was some reason we never kissed
She was the one I missed stepping on the bus
We left it up in the air
We left it all to fate
We left it a little too late
Stepping on the bus
And it was something akin to being in love
I guess it's love
I'll never forget the morning we went running around
Before the sun came up
We thought we knew this town
We took the bus to Prahran
We took the bus too far
You held my hand, and I've held that in my heart
6.The Opposite Of Coffee
She gets a haircut every June
On a kitchen chair
Last year it couldn't come too soon
Now she couldn't care
Her mind is otherwise occupied
She sits cross-legged on the floor
In an A-line skirt
But she'd make a beeline for the door
If it was up to her
When the autumn leaves
Then the winter settles in
And sometimes it seems
As though that overcoat's her second skin
She often speaks so softly
She sends me to sleep
She's the opposite of coffee
She's the last thing I need first thing in the morning
When the autumn leaves
Then the winter settles in
And sometimes it seems
As though that overcoat's her second skin
Everything she says ends softer than it starts
So few of her sentences end in exclamation marks
She starts talking, I start yawning
She's the last thing I need first thing in the morning
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