To think it was going so well
We'd go out at night come home and fight like hell
Good fights about big things
You know just pushing around in the dark
To think I was scared to open the box
New love on the doorstep isn't it funny there's nothing on how it works
You won't know what you did without it
You met interesting people
I'm up against the wall now
Hotel room, a silent phone
A packet of fags, a bottle of wine, a suitcase you call your own
When the darkness comes from the inside out
And even the barmen are pricks
A long night of thinking and the search for the best vignettes
Yeah well it was good wasn't it
Then it got bad,p> Some say love it only comes once in a lifetime
Well once is enough for me
So there's five more just in New south Wales
There's a show on the television now
A man in the jungle with monkeys, he's saying we've come so far
Yeah well it's news to me
To think it was going to well
We'd go out at night come home and fight like hell
Good fights about big things
Like "who wrote the book on men?"
I'm up against the wall now
And I'm afraid to say I must fail her