Romance Is Boring (Live at Islington Assembly Hall)

Darling
I'm with St Bernards and we are scouring the Alps and the Andes
And if they die then it is on my head
They followed paw prints in the snow to my throne, to my bed

You're pouting in your sleep
I'm waking still yawning
We're proving to eachother that Romance Is Boring
Sure there are things I could do
If I was half prepared to
Prove to each other that Romance Is Boring

Start as you mean to continue
Complacent and self involved
You're trying not to be nervous
If you are trying at all
I will wait
I will bake phallic cake
Take your diffidence make it my club house
But my strength's within lies
Ventricle cauterised
It's the way of living that I espouse

You're pouting in your sleep
I'm waking still yawning
We're proving to eachother that Romance Is Boring
Sure there are things I could do
If I was half prepared to
Prove to each other that Romance Is Boring

We are two ships that pass in the night
You and I
We are nothing alike
I am a pleasure cruise
You are gone out to trawl
Return nets empty
Nothing there at all

You're pouting in your sleep
I'm waking still yawning
We're proving to eachother that Romance Is Boring
Sure there are things I could do
If I was half prepared to
Prove to each other that Romance Is Boring

Thanks a lot, how are you?
Thank you for being here
We need to, we need to pace ourselves
This is, we're a mere fraction of the way through
What's gonna be, for better or for worse
The longest set we've ever played
So yeah, you scream that now
Before we get too far I have one favour to ask
Be good to each other in there
The front row is just several very, very pretty girls
And they're the same girls that you guys
Are gonna be trying to pull on the way out
So be good to them now
We appreciate that
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Writer(s): Gareth Paisey, Thomas Bromley
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