The Songs Of Your Youth

You are enamoured with the sound of her name

You graft it into the songs of your youth

And hum the tune against the roof of your mouth

On your drive to the hospital

And when you see her

It's like taking a scalpel from the packet

Oh

This city is ageing with no grace

They stare out your window

At the motorway and the smokestack

While you tell them how long it could be

And her beauty

Is the only thing her whining generation

Has given to the world

Oh but

You would pay off her loan

If it could make her yours

You touch her back in surgery

As if you need to get past

And your expert fingers scan

The things underneath her scrubs

A fragile olive frame

A few monitored moles

A strong new strap

Carrying redemption in tiny parcels

And at night

(And at night)

That motorway takes you

(That motorway takes you)

To a town where everyone is young

(To a town where everyone is young)

And you operate the boiler at the kindergarten

(And you operate the boiler at the kindergarten)

And she's there

(And she is there)

Needles and forceps in her hair

(With needles and forceps in her hair)

And she knows all the songs you love

(And she knows all the songs you love)

And she sings them while you're driving

(And she sings them)

She sings

Laura

L-A-U-R-Laura

L-A-U-R-Laura

L-A-U-R-Laura

Laura

L-A-U-R-Laura

L-A-U-R-Laura

L-A-U-R-Laura

Laura

(Help me Laura)

(Help me Laura)

L-A-U-R-Laura

(Help me Laura)

(Help me Laura)

L-A-U-R-Laura

(Help me Laura)

(Help me Laura)

L-A-U-R-Laura

(Help me Laura)

(Help, help me Laura)

Laura

(Help me Laura)

(Help me Laura)

L-A-U-R-Laura

(Help me Laura)

(Help, help me Laura)

L-A-U-R-Laura

(Help me Laura)

(Help me Laura)

L-A-U-R-Laura

(Help me Laura)

(Help, help me Laura)

Laura

(Help me Laura)

(Help, help me Laura)

L-A-U-R-Laura

(Help me Laura)

(Help, help me Laura)

L-A-U-R

Help me Laura