Untitled Tindersticks

Nothing came under
The rays remained in the sun that day
And life isn't full of surprises
You think you could steal in

Pop over the wall in the middle of the night
Climb out of those heavy boots and clothes
And into that cool blue
You're not even dipping your toe

I find this bed too big now
It's like those people you see on the way to work
Stuck in an endless queue of traffic
Each one in their own individual car

Half of them coming from the same place
Going to the same place
Going nowhere
They could quarter the amount of cars by sharing a lift

Go on the bus, wipe out all the cars
I should rid myself of this bed, get myself a cardboard box
No waste of space
No force of empty wasted space for your body to create it's dent in

I miss your back
You're back, how are you?
What are you up to? Getting on okay?
Fuck off