Deckchair Collapsed Songtext
von Paul Heaton
Deckchair Collapsed Songtext
This deck chair collapsed
This maybe or perhaps
The route that sadness maps
Through those long and awkward gaps
Those broken fairy wings
Those tangled puppet strings
Those roundabout soft swings
The heartache indecision brings
Life my girl will take away that optimistic skip
Stick it′s big foot out and try deliberately to trip
Substitute young hope with arthritic hip
Take your saturdays and attach them to a drip
That banaster we slide
The wild horse we ride
That flows from side to side
The roughest smooth yet to decide
The cowardly the bold
The fireworks they hold
The overkill the undersold
Already told you to unfold
Life my girl will take away that optimistic skip
Stick it's big foot out and try deliberately to trip
Substitute young hope with arthritic hip
Take your saturdays and attach them to a drip
They′re fluent double dutch
They're feeling out of touch
That nonsense or nonsuch
Not quite enough or just too much
Life my girl will take away that optimistic skip
Stick it's big foot out and try deliberately to trip
Substitute young hope with arthritic hip
Take your saturdays and attach them to a drip
This deck chair collapsed
This maybe or perhaps
The route that sadness maps
Through those long and awkward gaps
Those broken fairy wings
Those tangled puppet strings
Those roundabout soft swings
The heartache indecision brings
Life my girl will take away that optimistic skip
Stick it′s big foot out and try deliberately to trip
Substitute young hope with arthritic hip
Take your saturdays and attach them to a drip
That banaster we slide
The wild horse we ride
That flows from side to side
The roughest smooth yet to decide
The cowardly the bold
The fireworks they hold
The overkill the undersold
Already told you to unfold
Life my girl will take away that optimistic skip
Stick it's big foot out and try deliberately to trip
Substitute young hope with arthritic hip
Take your saturdays and attach them to a drip
They′re fluent double dutch
They're feeling out of touch
That nonsense or nonsuch
Not quite enough or just too much
Life my girl will take away that optimistic skip
Stick it's big foot out and try deliberately to trip
Substitute young hope with arthritic hip
Take your saturdays and attach them to a drip
This deck chair collapsed
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