Now My Heart Is Full

There's gonna be some trouble

A whole house will need rebuilding

And everyone I love in the house

Will recline on an analyst's couch quite soon

Your father cracks a joke and in the usual way

Empties the room

Tell all of my friends

I don't have too many

Just some rain-coated lovers' puny brothers

Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt

Rush to danger, wind up nowhere

Patric Doonan, raised to wait

I'm tired again, I've tried again, and

Now my heart IS full

Now my heart IS full

And I just can't explain

So I won't even try to

Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt

Every jammy stressford poet

Loafing oafs in all-night chemists

Loafing oafs in all-night chemists

Underact, express depression

Ah, but, bunny, I loved you

I was tired again, I've tried again, and

Now my heart IS full

Now my heart IS full

And I just can't explain

So I won't even try to

Could you pass by?

Could you pass by?

Could you pass by?

Could you pass by?

Could you pass by?

Now my heart IS full

Now my heart IS full

And I just can't explain

So, so, so, so

So, so, so