I Thought We'd Escape
I Packed A Fishing-line And Counted On It
I Thought We'd Escape
I Packed A Fishing-line And Counted On It

But Dreaming Is For Moonrise
And Moonlight Ails These Tired Eyes

I Treat Him Like A Lady
I Treat Him As I Would He Unto Me
Give Rose Rose-seller A Run For Her Money
With Silicone And Poetry
But It's The End Of Me

I Thought It Could Change
I'd Wake Up One Morning And Find Nothing To Rearrange
I Couldn't Get There
Behind His Wall Of Sunday Papers
I Thought It Could Change
I'd Wake Up One Morning And Find Nothing To Rearrange

But Dreaming Is For Moonrise
And Moonlight Ails These Tired Eyes

I Treat Him Like A Lady
I Treat Him As I Would He Unto Me
Give Rose Rose-seller A Run For Her Money
With Silicone And Poetry
And It's The End Of Me

And Here I Am
Here I Am
Here I Stand
Here In My Kitchen Where I'm Familiar With Every Brand

Here I Am
A Front Line Of Labels Where I Witness Custard's Last Stand

Here I Am