I've Returned - (Chris Difford, Glenn Tilbrook)

    Last night I played the drunken fiddle
    Disabled love with a word of dribble
    On and on about some jumbled subject
    Said your friends were a bunch of Muppets
    Said your sister should have grown a moustache
    Said you didn't need to take off your mask
    Down the staircase I made my stagger
    I left you crying but it didn't matter

    So I sat inside my car and wonder
    A headache in my head like the thunder
    Chewed my nails like a guilty victim
    Couldn't see or feel the night or nothing
    Wanted to explain but all so desperate
    Love was like it was some investment
    Then I don't remember who said what when
    On a scrap of paper I placed my pen

    When I woke up in the morning
    Beside you in the bed
    My mouth was full of nothing
    My arm around your head
    And I don't know how I got there
    I didn't want to check
    Now back between each other
    We're salvaging our wreck

    You've thrown my jigsaw all over the floor
    We're at the deepest deep
    I thought our love had died forever
    But it just went to sleep

    Marco Giunco
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