Well, there were seven years between us
Seems that all my friends were right
That we can't survive on your bedroom eyes
And a, a Spanish guitar
When we started this it was paradise
Not just Bethnal Green
And it's just not right, this waiting game
Making a cuckold of me

 [bad word] 
I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting fire with firewood
I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting lies with lies

If you need time

And It's just not like me to have shout
But enough is enough
Tell me what the others can do
That I can't
Translucent and sun-bleached skin
Yeah, when did you get so L.A.?
How can you desert me after
What we've been through?

Stuck on a dreamland
Somewhere is better
You'll be the one missing out

 [bad word] 

If you need time

If you need time
Time, time, time
Time, time, time

 [bad word]  [bad word] 

I, I, I, I
I, I, I, I
I, I, I, I
Haven't you words, you words?
Fire with fire, fire, fire with fire
Other, other, other word
Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
Eye