No shush (donīt you dare speak about things like that
So they turn up in a hole, decorate it part by part
they have to destroy something, so they start with their hearts
& theyīre swinging to the metal & they sway into the night
everything is normal, so everythings a fight.
They have to live it as it is, dream it by the pound
anything less would taste simple as it sounds
she says, "itīs just a pasttime, itīs just like getting fat"
he says, "no shush, donīt you dare speak about things like that..."

So I wind up as a zero with nothing to lose
I face it like a diamond a hundred faces to choose
& I end up in a lounge, staring at a wall
scared of standing up in case I might fall.
I write it down on paper, itīs called my pont of view
itīs still a load of rubbish, still nothing new
I try to be a film, but turn out a photostat
she says, " no shush donīt you dare speak about things like that..."

& it goes on & on & on, somewhere it has to stop
& you put your foot down into a kilometer drop
itīs just a little hole, you saw it yesterday
while you where cutting weeds after kneeling down to pray
for the good times to come back, for the feeling to return
but itīs just another memoir, another french word to learn
& youīre reaching for the bottle, running a little fat
he says, "no shush, donīt you dare speak about things like that