You glug and you glug,
Salt water from sandcastle bucket.
You glug and you glug and the tide turns in your stomach,
Splash your shoes.
You complain the tap-water runs solid white,
You dangle fishing line for crabs,
But they're not interested,
I'm your only bite.
I watched your face move in a compact mirror;
How the powder settles in - premature crows feet,
Caused by worry.
You say I circle you unwanted,
Like a seagull swoops and feeds from bin.

There Are Listed Buildings and woe betide your listed heart.
I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money.
I'll take any scraps that you can give.

Comewhat midnight,
You commandeer a fishing boat,
Decree to drift further than we could swim.
Comewhat midnight,
The neon signs,
Have been unplugged and fade,
You danced a jig down at the harbour,
Create your own flash show with security lights.
I remember being naked to my waist though not in which direction.
And oh, I am a glutton for love, can you give me some romance?
I'm a glutton for sin.
We are but two atheists in lust,
You know,
We gotta make our own luck.

There Are Listed Buildings and woe betide your listed heart.
I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money.
I'll take any scraps that you can give.
I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money.
I'll take any scraps that you can give.
I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money.
I'll take any scraps that you can give.