I fell asleep on the sofa and had a dream about a small child in dungarees who caught his hands in
the doors of the Paris Metro. Then my face cracked open and you were there, dressed in green,
saying something obscene. But's that's why I came here in the first place. Oh yeah, that and the tea.
/ Can I stay here / lying under the table together with you now? / Can I hold you? / Forever in
acrylic afternoons / I want to hold you tight / whilst children play outside / and they wait for their
mothers / to finish with lovers / and call them inside for their tea / Cushions and TV and the table set
for tea. One for you, one for me. Come and lie down on the settee in that green jumper, you can
have anything you want and the clock is saying it's half past four but you know, you know I wanna,
I wanna stay a little more. / Can I stay here / lying under the table together with you now? / Can I
hold you? / Forever in acrylic afternoons / I want to hold you tight / whilst children play outside /
and they wait for their mothers / to finish with lovers / and call them inside for their tea / Oh / On a
pink quilted eiderdown, I want to pull your knickers down. Net curtains blow slightly in the breeze.
Lemonade light filtering through the trees. It's so soft and so warm. Just another cup of tea please
(one lump, yeah, thankyou... thankyou... thankyou... thankyou...) / Can I stay here / lying under the
table together with you now? / Can I hold you? / Forever in acrylic afternoons / I want to hold you
tight / whilst children play outside / and they wait for their mothers / to finish with lovers / and call
them inside for their tea / Oh Wayne, Julie, Diane, Emma, Rachel / come home.
