Two To Birkenhead - Bill Ryder-Jones

Take me somewhere I’m not likely to forget

Two singles to Birkenhead

Two thimbles in need of thread

Where do you go when you don’t know you’ve done wrong?

Slipping on, running from, waking alone

Ohh

I’m coming round;

the words you gave me only fell to ground

I like fun, where’s the fun in being alone?

And counting scars you only hate the things you think you are

I never get the things you say;

though I’ll smile anyway

And turning on your side

You said, «Don't be too long»

I said I’ll be right back

Though I kept my fingers crossed

And sitting on your hands

Well it kind of broke my heart

It wasn’t in the plan

When we went to Conway Park

And as I’m slipping out

You whispered, «Desperate times»

You say that desperate times

Call for desperate pleasures

They say that desperate times

Call for desperate pleasures

They say that desperate times

Call for desperate pleasures

They say that desperate times