Harbour - Tim Booth

We got two chipped coffee cups

We broke every plate in the house

Another fight over washing up

In this war zone that we call home

We justify the danger

By this mess that we call love

I prefer sex with strangers

You prefer it when the gloves are off

If you can’t take me as I am

Then don’t take me at all

Cos you are my harbour

And I am your storm

You are my safe harbour

I guess we’ll never get bored

You say you can see the good in me

You’re just waiting out the change

But the change for which you’re waiting for

Activates my full moon rage

You’re scared of my violence

And I’m scared that I can’t stop

But I feel like a mouse on the wheel all the time

And I don’t know how to get off

You can’t take me as I am

But you can’t walk away

Cos you are my harbour

And I am your storm

You are my safe harbour

I guess we’ll never get bored

You are my harbour

And I hold the force of the storm

You are my safe harbour

And I hold the force of the

I hold the force of the storm

The force of the storm

The force of the storm

Playdoh or plasticine

Easy to conform

Elastic snaps when overdrawn

Useless once it’s torn

Weathering the storm