| Walking by the river, whole way home |
| Put together, summer clothes |
| Singing loud enough to wake the dead |
| Out of tune and out of breath |
| And my head on the wrong way round |
| Every careless word, I take it back |
| My tongue was loose, my tongue was slack |
| At 10 to 3 I tried to plead |
| My voice got lost in the insistent beat |
| Left incomplete |
| Persist with me, eventually I’ll come good |
| We used to talk, you used to have me round |
| I used to sing for you |
| But now it’s not the same, I sing quietly again |
| You shrink my world into a fist |
| You stay mad and I’ll stay pissed |
| And I’ll stay here |
| Every careless word, I take it back |
| My tongue was loose, my tongue was slack |
| At 10 to 3 I try to plead |
| My voice got lost in the insistent beat |
| Left incomplete |
| Persist with me, eventually I’ll come good |
| You should clasp your hands and pray |
| You brought the pain |
| If you love me lightly, I’d love you the same |
| In time |
| Walking by the river, whole way home |
| Put together, summer clothes |
| Singing loud enough to wake the dead |
| Not enough now that you’ve left |
| My head on the wrong way round |
| You should clasp your hands and pray |
| You brought the pain |
| If you love me lightly, I’d love you the same |
| [O the sky could fall tonight on South Street |