Weatherboard - The Lucksmiths
It was summer when she moved in
And it was winter when
She moved out again
And the sky was usually blue
And the single bed
Was big enough for two
It's funny the things that stay with you
Her jewellery on the table
And the smell of her perfume
The candle wax on the carpet
Singing in the supermarket
And the wall paper in her bedroom
I'll never understand how
It happened like this
I drew an open hand
And she drew a fist
I drew an arrow and a heart
She drew a razor and a wrist
She said 'I love you when it's sunny'
But the sun refused to shine
And I was crucified on the clothes line
She stole a magazine
From the laundromat
Did it weigh upon her conscience
As it lay upon her lap
The body is willing but
The mind is weak
The champagne is chilling
And the wine is cheap
The milk was always
Spilling and we cried ourselves to sleep
It was summer when she moved in
And it was winter when
She moved house again
The boxes on the floor
And the note that
She pinned to my door
This house is made of sticks
This house is made of straw
This house is made of bricks
This house is made of weatherboard
