Words and music by Roddy Frame


So you appear and say how I've grown
and fill me up with faces I've known.
In this light they're far from divine
I'll save them up and spend them when I have time.

The salted taste of all your tears and woes
Sent me in haste my melancholy rose
Those tasteless lips were closed
You watched me come, you'll see me go.

Once I was happy in happy extremes
Packing my bags for the path of the free
From pillar to post I am driven it seems
These bitter tokens are worthless to me

Just like June the curtains are closed
The ghost of shame he sits here and sighs
I'll love the flames like I've loved the cold
I'll learn to love the life of the "could I, could I, could I"
So I don't cross my fingers any more
You looked for rags and found them at your door
How could you ask for more
Than everything you've heard before?

Once I was happy in happy extremes
Packing my bags for the path of the free
From pillar to post I am driven it seems
These bitter tokens are worthless to me