Miserable Lie - Field Mouse

So, goodbye

Please stay with your own kind

And I’ll stay with mine

There’s something against us

It’s not time

It’s not time

So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

I know I need hardly say

How much I love your casual way

Oh, but please put your tongue away

A little higher and we’re well away

The dark nights are drawing in

And your humour is as black as them

I look at yours, you laugh at mine

And «love» is just a miserable lie

You have destroyed my flower-like life

Not once — twice

You have corrupt my innocent mind

Not once — twice

I know the wind-swept mystical air

It means: I’d like to see your underwear

I recognise that mystical air

It means: I’d like to see your underwear

What do we get for our trouble and pain?

Just a rented room in Whalley Range

What do we get for our trouble and pain?

…Whalley Range!

Into the depths of the criminal world

I followed her…