Not a Job (BBC - Live)

Pull the final splinters

Of missing picture winters

You have to give yourself a break

What's the fascination

With lovers at the station

You have to tear yourself away

The dream again nobody understands

Walking through the long grass on your hands

It's not a job to do today

Sleep it off

Words to make her stay: you said

Leave me and the plants die

A panic smile across your face

Corrugated browline

The hissing bitter punchline

Call when you can tie your lace

You rule my world my brother

You rule my world compadre