Don't whisper love and dream of wedding bells. Don't do all the talking, let love speak up itself. Let love speak up itself. So when you feel a little tatty and unhappy with your face. Let it breathe into us and put you back in place. Let it breathe, let it breathe. From the day it came into us till the day it wants to
leave. For it will, it will go. And it will not say goodbye just like it didn't say hello. There will not be a send-off, a funeral or a mass. Just a pathetic little vodka from a dirty little glass. 'To the world greatest mum. From the oldest swinger in town'. Let love speak up itself. Let love speak up itself. Let it rise up in the morning and take us for that walk. Let it do the talking when we're too tired to talk. When we're too tired to talk. And when you feel unhappy that I'm not the
one I was. Let it rot inside you and let love palm you off. Let it rot, let it rot. Let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot. In a knot, in a knot. Let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot. Hang them from a cleaver and say "Look what we've got. A man and a woman and guess what they forgot". 'To the worlds greatest mum. From the oldest swinger in town'. Let love speak up itself |
