Fishing

Well
I can’t make any sense of all the letters you write
It’s like your pen doesn’t work
You’re so much better in type
Used to talk all the time and now we don’t anymore
Guess we don’t have the time
It doesn’t work anymore
If the band doesn’t work just get a regular job
The pressure’s starting to melt into your shirt
It’s a lot
Is there something we’re missing?
We go out with our friends
And we sit, by the Thames
Going fishing
I don’t need no conversation, please
Well, we don’t die anymore
‘Cause we don’t smoke anymore
And we won’t laugh anymore
‘Cause we don’t joke anymore
Buy a coat and a car
Buy a boat and a chain
Buy a house with a moat
By a beautiful stream
Buy a phone with a plan
Buy a villa abroad
By the Portuguese Coast
Or the Cote d’Azur
And we can go swimming!
We go out with our friends
And we sit, by the Thames
Going fishing
I don’t need no conversation, please
Oh, the songs they’re singing
They’re just the kind that we like
You’re brushing dust from your knuckles
But I’m too pretty to fight
I’ve been reeling the line in
I’ve been playing for days
If the joke isn’t landing
Well I’d be happy to wait
We go out with our friends
And we sit, by the Thames
It’s all clear now
All those happy smiling faces
I don’t need no conversation, please!
If you don’t love me
Oh I don’t mind
We’ll just sit and watch the tides