Stupid Tears - Paul Heaton, Jacqui Abbott

Stupid, stupid tears

Playing on our inner fears

Held inside your soul for years

Fall quietly to the floor

Stupid, stupid pain

Coming back to haunt again

Even knows you by your Christian name

It befriended you before

Stupid, stupid hurt

Runs in every dress and every skirt

Either confident or piece of dirt

Which way the thread may fall

Foolish, foolish heart

Didn’t realise the time apart

Would lead us right back to the very start

My love for you across some hall

These long and foolish halls

The ones we met in, the ones we trawl

Look for summer in a winter ball

Within these stupid, stupid stupid walls

Stupid, stupid dreams

Never understood quite what they mean

Now your tears form a running stream

And you watch them flow away