If I could just spill my mind...
With or without
I’m waving myself goodbye

You’re swimming round, you can’t get out
The sides have upped to London now
Like everyone that you know
You’re treading on, the last to go...

Stuck on the words
“I need to sort my life out”
And I hate that I’ve tamed my kindness
How fickle the mind is, ooo
I’m feeling lady-like

I’ve had enough of all the yups
Going on about their stuff
They’re all in love, at restaurants
Aubergine and apricot…

But sometimes I’m maybe
Afraid that there’s no feeling like it
Afraid that there’s nothing else
And maybe I’m wrong after all…

I’ll peddle on to forty-one
The Hambledon’s my Avalon
Cardigans, the Guardian
I wasn’t born a partisan...
The cousin in me of someone
The moment your mum was my mum
Lowswimmer, lowswimmer, lowswimmer, lowswimmer
You’re feeling those feelings
Goddammit let me feel some more