What New York Couples Fight About - Morcheeba, Kurt Wagner

Once a label is on something

It becomes an it

Like it’s no longer alive

It’s like a loss of vision

Or some dark impression

Or a black spot on your eye

If it’s up to you

My little sweet baboo

Through the shouting and the fever

Think of life as queer

Think of it my dear

As some knobs or a fancy tone

From here there is no reason

Baby’s got it made

But it’s not what the life’s about

What is imagination?

May become a fact

If we think of it that way

If you want to know

I can tell you now

Or if you make it through somehow

Or is it best to keep or fall to sleep

It isn’t looking very good to me from here

Hey

He’s distressed

And I forget

I don’t wanna know 'cause I forget

He’s distressed

And I forget

I don’t wanna know 'cause I forget

He’s distressed

And I forget

I don’t wanna know 'cause I forget

He’s distressed

And I forget

I don’t wanna know 'cause I forget

I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna know

What do New York couples fight about

Brother’s gonna work it out

(Baby's got the bed sheet)

How do

(That was under you)

New York

(When your time and and the life expires)

Couples Fight it out

What these couples fight about

(Keeps it in the closet)

What do

(Keeps it to herself)

New york

(She should throw the damn thing out)

Couples fight about

But their gonna work it out

(Why should you continue)

How do

(To shake it off)

New York

(Would you write things on the wall)

Couples fight it out

What these couples fight about

You could make it hard, to be

In the shouting you will see

Or is it best to change the world you’re keeping

Down again

Hey

He’s distressed

And I forget

I don’t wanna know 'cause I forget

He’s distressed

And I forget

I don’t wanna know 'cause I forget

He’s distressed

And I forget

I don’t wanna know 'cause I forget

He’s distressed

And I forget

I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna know…

Such is the sound of sorry

Without the shy report

Or the grips that could hold you down

(Just when things were looking up

You act just like a horses butt)

Everything was simple

But the body’s worn

Got the life spread on the ground

(Powder pink and general

The kitchen sink, a funeral)

Every loving other

Don’t you fade on me

Like a bomb that’s about to blow

(Often we will overlook

The things that make it undercooked)

We can make it hard

Or we can take the world apart

Or you’d never be that sure?

Of the simple thing that makes you want to cry again

Hey

He’s distressed

And I forget

I don’t wanna know 'cause I forget

He’s distressed

And I forget

I don’t wanna know 'cause I forget

He’s distressed

And I forget

I don’t wanna know 'cause I forget

He’s distressed

And I forget

I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna know

He’s distressed

And I forget

I don’t wanna know 'cause I forget

He’s distressed

And I forget

I don’t wanna know 'cause I forget

He’s distressed

And I forget

I don’t wanna know 'cause I forget

He’s distressed

And I forget

I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna know