Miserable Lie

So, goodbye
Please stay with your own kind
And I’ll stay with mine
There’s something against us
It’s not time
It’s not time
So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I know I need hardly say
How much I love your casual way
Oh, but please put your tongue away
A little higher and we’re well away
The dark nights are drawing in
And your humour is as black as them
I look at yours, you laugh at mine
And «love» is just a miserable lie
You have destroyed my flower-like life
Not once — twice
You have corrupt my innocent mind
Not once — twice
I know the wind-swept mystical air
It means: I’d like to see your underwear
I recognise that mystical air
It means: I’d like to see your underwear
What do we get for our trouble and pain?
Just a rented room in Whalley Range
What do we get for our trouble and pain?
…Whalley Range!
Into the depths of the criminal world
I followed her…