A Sunday By The Mersey

Keep walking, the wind in your face
Your cheeks are looking extra rosy today
I spent my money on a shit masquerade
So you can figure me out again
"Should we head back it's getting late?"
She said, "there's a bar over there should we stay?"
I'd usually turn my back at six pound a drink
But I don't know when you'll be back again

I'll give you all the directions you need
Do you wanna spend a Sunday by the Mersey with me?
I can't promise you'll see a beach
But there's an intertwining, underlying vibe to these streets
And I know deep down I should hate you
But when you come around I simply can't find the words
To make you hurt
And so I hurt
Deserved

Let me know when you're going home
I've got your lover on the telephone
And you've been fucking him about for too long
Honey, and you wonder why I don't trust a word you say
Don't treat my home like your ashtray
Your exes bones tied in a lovely bouquet
We've been talking for hours and it's still touché
But it doesn't matter what I say or write
I'll still let you come back and ruin my night
So I can't blame you because I know it ain't right
And I still wear red to the daily bullfights
But that's fine

I'll give you all the directions you need
Do you wanna spend a Sunday by the Mersey with me?
I can't promise you'll see a beach
But there's an intertwining, underlying vibe to these streets
The secrets mine if the secrets yours
I'll do anything but adore
Lock the door
Drop to the floor
Gore

I'll give you all the directions you need
Do you wanna spend a Sunday by the Mersey with me?
I can't promise you'll see a beach
But there's an intertwining, underlying vibe to these streets
We're out of time, or maybe I've had enough
I'm sure I'll call you in the morning when you sober up
Made you look!
I'll be good
Honey, we're fucked