Plessey Road

There’s a smudged stain of your make-up

And a faint view of the Princes Dock

A hair-clip on the table

That points towards the impatient clock

And you crept as they served breakfast

Left me blissfully unaware

The night we had was reckless

And I slept without a care

And as you head down Plessey Road
I struggle to come to terms
But those thirteen hours beside you, girl
Really served to reaffirm
And I choke on pleasant small-talk
In this meaningless façade
Yes sir, no sir, when sir, why;
Keep hiding behind your guard

When you come to speak
As rare as it's revealing
Few things could beat
That old familiar feeling
And I'd write for a week
And never once could capture
When you come to speak
The way that you enrapture

The way you drape across the chair
As the street-lights spring to lifeNo Mademoiselle from ArmentièresNo mere mortal's wife
You're like the finest statueWith a purple plastic heart

Translucent your antennae
And destined from the start

And as you lay there on the bed
Unbuttoning my jeans
I have to keep you in my life
By each and every means
And one day, you'll find Plessey Road
And in the plant pot by the plaque
You'll tuck away your key, kiss your mother on the cheek
And never once go back

When you come to speak
As rare as it's revealing
Few things could beat
That old familiar feeling
And I'd write for a week
And never once could capture
When you come to speak
The way that you enrapture

Bridge Street

At dawn rise, she starts to drift off to sleep
A secret sworn as he's creeping down her mother's stairs
No hiding the stride of a billionaire
And at nine; maybe half-past or ten
The simple choice of two men;
Her boyfriend or her lover
On Sunday evening she'll discover the blues
She'll have to choose fairly soon
On one hand she'll stop and swoon
But comfort can't be shifted
Although it's colder since she drifted away
Her days have long since been ruled
She can't help feeling a fool
But that familiar haze
Since he first held her, with his gaze...

And the rain that falls does nothing to dampen the mood at all
She hides in a hole on Bridge Street, just waiting for him to call
And the way he takes the greatest care on her coffee breaks
You can change someone's way for the rest of the day
With something simple and small

The X17 into town tries it's best to slow down
The meeting of two hearts;
This afternoon his train departed
She's started taking with her hair
It's several months since she cared
Or spared a second's thought
She ties it back so they won't get caught
And he taught her not to doubt on her dreams
It's never quite as it seems
But now her fear encroaches;
She holds her breath, as he approaches...

And the rain that falls does nothing to dampen the mood at all
She hides in a hole on Bridge Street, just waiting for him to call
And the way he takes the greatest care on her coffee breaks
You can change someone's way for the rest of the day
With something simple and small

She never set an agenda
Never thought that he would surrender
On that sunny sandy beach in the summer in Spain
Never thought this would happen again
And it's been at least 48 hours
And everything he says, she happily devours...
And then it's back to the lies
And living the life that they both despise

And the rain that falls does nothing to dampen the mood at all
That wonderful escape on Bridge Street
And now she's back to missing his calls...

43 Degrees

The sun sets on the evening, she's squinting in the light
Her heart is set on leaving, we're welcoming the night
She ties her hair up slowly with sadness in her eyes
"I'm sick to death of England, rainy summer skies"
I place my arm around her and wave away a frown
"Tonight I'm gonna take you out, we're tearing-up the town"
No need for flights or 43 Degrees
We don't have sandy beaches but it's gonna be a breeze

We're heading on a mission, her friends have come to meet her
Loosen inhibitions with another Margarita
Balearic beats within us and we're heading for the bars
You're never gonna stop us now, the weekend's come, its ours

'cause Friday night, and Saturday night, every night

All we want to do is get high, all we want to do is get high
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do is get high
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do

And the feeling is ecstatic, her troubles are beneath her
Through the ceiling, through the attic, to the soundtrack of Ibiza
I've never seen her move so much, you should have seen her
The weekend takes her out of touch, nothing comes between us

I place my arm around her, she's got me on my knees
Franco and Maria and it's 43 Degrees

'cause youth is standing on our side, we're never looking back
Another beat, another tide, another thrill, another track

'cause Friday night, and Saturday night, every night

All we want to do is get high, all we want to do is get high
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do is get high
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do

Friday night, and Saturday night, every night

Maria, Full of Grace

I saw the beauty in her eyes
And though I searched, I could not recognise a soul
Well she was blind from compromise
And as she talked, I recognised that time had taken toll

And she would stop herself from smiling
But the bottle was beguiling
She’s satisfied in silence as she sits
And she’s satisfied with silence ‘cause it fits
Oh yeah, it fits

I saw the sadness in her sighs
And as I watch, I know she tries to make amends
I’ve seen the days that she’ll despise, inconspicuous disguise
And time had taken toll on her wits

And you would never hear her laughter
Here on in or ever after
She’s satisfied in silence as she sits
And she’s satisfied with silence ‘cause it fits
Oh yeah, it fits

‘cause when I saw my sweet Maria
She was lonesome and afraid
And through the night-time she was crying on the pillow as she said
And though she longs for me to free her
No more a mistress than a maid
She would stop herself from trying
‘cause she was lonesome and afraid

I saw the weakness in her words
And though she’d speak, I never heard it from her heart
And they were often quite absurd, it’s just the way that she preferred
As time had slowly taken her apart

And she would stop herself from speaking
Of the freedom she was seeking
She’s satisfied in silence as she sits
And she’s satisfied with silence ‘cause it fits
Oh yeah, it fits

I saw the darkness in her days
And she would spend her time just gazing at the wall
And her friends would say it’s just a phase, and plod-along with old clichès
As time had taken toll

I saw the curtains were concealing
She was certain of the feeling

She’s terrified in silence as she sits
But she’s satisfied with silence ‘cause it fits
Oh yeah, it fits

‘cause when I saw my sweet Maria
She was lonesome and afraid
And through the night-time she was crying on the pillow as she said
And though she longs for me to free her
No more a mistress than a maid
She would stop herself from trying
‘cause she was lonesome and afraid