This Time

When the eyes all turn away
When the flowers fold their leaves back in
When the sun is down and I’m still with you
I’ll never know a feeling like that

The switch hasn’t worked on the wall for a week
I can’t find the strength to go to the shop
I just sit undressed all day with the curtains pulled
I’ll never know a feeling like that

The kitchen full off children’s voice
When the walls are thin I can hear them over the TV
You come in from the garden covered in mud

When the games haven’t been put away
I’ll walk out at night and hurt my feet
But it’ll still be something to talk about
I’ll never know a feeling like that

When I’m old and memories are like a prison
And I’m so cold that I die of the pain
And my tears have dried up long before
I’ll never know a feeling like that

When I’m walking down the busy street
Unaware we’re about to meet
And my heart jumps in before I can speak

When I’m walking down the busy street
Every face I see is sweet
And I know yours would be sweeter
When I’m walking down the busy street
Every person that I meet
One more reason to be so bitter.