The smiles as she walked in the room have all turned into frowns Am I too quick to assume that love is no longer in bloom? The tantrums and the tears play a very different tune to what they did before Her head's red raw and the ending doesn't sound like the happiest around When you sobbed before it felt much more like the product of a squabble Now there's reason for it to be something more And no would be... Oh, it's uncertain whether the curtain has shut for good She says "See if it's still raining, I'm not dressed for it and if you loved me-" Well I interrupted, received the scowl and stare But still decided to stop her there Would it be outrageous to say we're either shouting or we're shagging, docked in tempestuous bays? At least that's how it felt yesterday The eyes are getting heavier and whether you're asleep or awake is a mystery Would a kiss be too much to ask? When you fit me like Sunday's frozen pitch fits the thermos flask It's a pity, it just hit me we can't go back to the chest touching on the back

Bret: What I was trying to say before is that after six or seven weeks, girls find me boring. But, I'm not sure what happens, because, I mean, that's about how long it takes to get to know someone.