Two To Birkenhead

Take me somewhere I'm not likely to forget
Two singles to Birkenhead
Two thimbles in need of thread
Where do you go when you don't know you've done wrong?
Slipping on, running from, waking alone
Ohh, ohh

I'm coming round; the words you gave me only fell to ground
I like fun, where's the fun in being alone?
And counting scars you only hate the things you think you are
I never get the things you say; though I'll smile anyway

And turning on your side
You said, "Don't be too long"
I said I'll be right back
Though I kept my fingers crossed
And sitting on your hands
Well it kind of broke my heart
It wasn't in the plan
When we went to Conway Park
And as I'm slipping out
You whispered, "Desperate times"

You say that desperate times
Call for desperate pleasures
They say that desperate times
Call for desperate pleasures
They say that desperate times
Call for desperate pleasures
They say that desperate times
Call for desperate pleasures

I really thought I told you