When we walked the streets together 
All the faces seemed to smile back 
And now the pavements 
Have nothing to offer 
And all the faces seem to need a slap 

There's an unfamiliar grip 
On an unfamiliar handkerchief 
Attending to the tears on cheeks 
I wouldn't notice 
With you no matter how vicious the grief 
Her expression was damp and crooked 
Grabs onto my throat and won't let go 

Won't let go 
Won't let go 
Won't let go 

Save me from 
The secateurs 
I'll pretend 
I didn't hear 
Can't you see 
I'm the ghost in the wrong coat 
Biting butter and [bad word] 

There's a handsome maverick 
You don't talk about to keep me calm 
And I can't help 
But try create diversion??? 
Pulls you back onto his arm 

Please don't tell me 
You don't have to darling I can sense 
That he painted you a gushing sunset 
And slayed 
Their pink panthers in your defence 
He stands separate and ever deadly 
Clings onto my throat and won't let go 

Won't let go 
Won't let go 
Won't let go 

Save me from 
The secateurs 
I'll pretend 
I didn't hear 
Can't you see 
I'm a ghost 
In the wrong coat 
Biting butter and [bad word]