All of the Flats

Fiona calls late night and asks if I’m sleeping
A rhetorical question, we both know, but still
Oh and I lie of course and I say «no I’ve been reading»
And she laughs a little like I know that she will
Fiona, Fiona, Fiona
I’ve loved you too long I can tell
Well you said from the start I’d regret that we met
But I just had to find out for myself
And all of the flats left in London my love
Couldn’t house my desire for you
And all of the flats left in London my love
Couldn’t house my desire for you
It’s four in the a. m, and I’m forced to function
While everyone else lies asleep in their beds
And that should be me but now I’m talking to Fi
And telling her that «I'll be over in ten»
Fiona, Fiona, Fiona
I’ve loved you all wrong I can tell
Well you said from the start I’d regret that we met
But I just had to find out for myself
And all of the flats left in London my love
Couldn’t house my desire for you
And all of the flats left in London my love
Couldn’t house my desire for you
Call me your cautious prince
Call me your finders fee
Call me your holiday
Call me your casualty
Call me your desperate dog
Call me your howling hound
Call me your guilty plea
Call me your 'down-and-out'
Call me your pity sex
Call me your drunken dunce
Call me your minor key
Call me your crooked hunch