Exxon Valdez
Always Behind Me

We're sketch books apart and we're miles from the trouble
As P Chippendale says 'in the mud' and we know we're just not capable, just not capable
Foolhardy, litres apart and a few papers the wrong way
They'll soon be nothing left to say, they'll be nothing left to say

Our humour travels left and right like a road wider than it's long
We're colours that run not match and the artist, well she's gone
The world is just so small and time goes on being timed
There's nothing left to say so you talk from your behind

You're always behind me
You're always behind me

We're a rabbit in a mouse cage away and I'm telling you it just won't work
We go together like teeth and decay and there's nothing except ill feelings
Your life’s an empty chasm like your soul, bitterness like flames we destroy what you digest
Ten, one, ten, nine, ten, one, you jest, you jest, where are you coming from?

You're always behind me
You’re always behind me

MtM 1997