(Difford/Tilbrook)

Last night I played the drunken fiddle
Disabled love with a word of dribble
On and on about some jumbled subject
Said your friends were a bunch of Muppets
Said your sister should have grown a moustache
Said you didn't need to take off your mask
Down the staircase I made my stagger
I left you crying but it didn't matter
So I sat inside my car and wonder
A headache in my head like the thunder
Chewed my nails like a guilty victim
Couldn't see or feel the night or nothing
Wanted to explain but all so desperate
Love was like it was some investment
Then I don't remember who said what when
On a scrap of paper I placed my pen

When I woke up in the morning
Beside you in the bed
My mouth was full of nothing
My arm around your head
And I don't know how I got there
I didn't want to check
Now back between each other
We're salvaging our wreck

You've thrown my jigsaw all over the floor
We're at the deepest deep
I thought our love had died forever
But it just went to sleep