Paroles Someone else's bell Squeeze

Someone else's bell

(difford/tilbrook)

We talk about each other
On our wrap around couch,
And live out all the romance
In our little town house.
I never fit the shower
And she never sews the threads,
And so we find our feelings
In other peoples beds.
And if the grass seems greener,
But it turns out to be blue
The garden of eden isnt quite the place for you.
Dont be surprised if Im gone under the spell,
Of some other witches wand
Ringing someone elses bell.

Meeting on the motorway
Your lover boy blue,
Steaming up the windows
With your last breath of youth.
Dont you think I see it
Your handbags full of notes,
Im feeling like the punch line
In someones private joke.

Our eyes dont seem to contact
Never much to say,
Except perhaps excuse me
Or pass me the ashtray.
I see him waiting for you
As you go off to work,
Im left to draw conclusions
While I button up my shirt.