Fishing

Well
I can't make any sense
Of all the letters you write
It's like your pen doesn't work
You're so much better in type

You used to talk all the time
And now we don't anymore
Guess we don't have the time
It doesn't work anymore

If the band doesn't work
Just get a regular job
The pressure's starting to melt
Into your shirt

It's a lot
Is there something we're missing?

We go out
With our friends
And we sit
By the Thames
Going fishing!

I don't need no conversation, please!

Well, we don't die anymore
'Cause we don't smoke anymore
We don't laugh anymore
'Cause we don't joke anymore

Buy a coat and a car
Buy a boat and a chain
Buy a house with a moat
By a beautiful stream

Buy a phone with a plan
Buy a villa abroad
By the Portuguese Coast
Or the Cote d'Azur

Or we can go swimming!

We go out
With our friends
And we sit
By the Thames
Going fishing!

I don't need no conversation, please!

Ohh, the songs that they're singing
They're just the kind that we like
You're brushing dust from your knuckles
But I'm too pretty to fight

I've been reeling the line in
I've been playing for days
If the joke isn't landing
Well I'd be happy to wait

We go out
With our friends
And we sit
By the Thames
It's all clear now

All those happy
Smiling faces
I don't need no conversation, please!

If you don't love me
Oh, I don't mind
We'll just sit
And watch the tides



Credits
Writer(s): Alexandra Greenwood, Alexander Rice, Benjamin Mack, Henry Young, Robert Knaggs, Oliver Dewdney
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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