The house falls down
goes through the motions
replays the scenes that took
the fight right out of me
half a mind
of doublespeak
I’m a blind man
who thinks that he can see

you and your favourite enemy
me and my fearless apathy
up to our necks now (more or less)
and you in that dress

you came to me
to set me free
talk about a bittersweet release
so I stand
fool’s cap in hand
and a dusty picture on the mantelpiece

of you and your favourite gracious smile
me and mine missing by a mile
up to our necks now (more or less)
and you in that dress

I must confess
that I change my mind
a thousand times everyday

we’re dead and buried
we’re old news
tramping old dirt down
with new shoes
we lost it all now (more or less)
but you in that dress...