Текст David Keenan – Love In A Snug

I used to be younger
But somehow felt older than I am now

At the back end of town
At the unholiest hour

With my face stung with drink
I am longing for my rest
Tuesday morning is dawning
I’m still stood in my Sunday best

Can you hear the clicking of bootheels on barstools?
And see the bald, chalkless tips of the pool cues?
And the three-bar heater that is gasping for air

I’m remembering the day that you found me
Comparing field notes with all the other bowsies
But on the third day, I’m going to wise up again

There’s a man whispering something profound
Ah, but it falls on deaf on ears and is drowned
By the great slagging match
That is reaching its final round

Husband turning to wife
«Ah, little darling, won’t you bless me with your palm?»
But in this hail of blue language
She shoots him down

And the worn, haggard suit who thinks I am a mute
He says, «Here kid, I’ve never done no wrong»
I exhale with a grimace
And I burst into song

While remembering the day that you found me

Still, your man’s whispering something profound
But it falls on deaf on ears and is drowned
By the great slagging match
That is reaching its final round

At the back end of town
At the unholiest hour
You better keep walking
Keep walking

Let’s go back to the day at the Strawberry Fair
When your ghostly left hand
Picked the rosy red gem
And we danced on the cobbles
‘Til the gritters were gone

Let’s go back to the day at the Strawberry Fair
When your ghostly left hand
Picked the rosy red gem
And we danced on the cobbles
‘Til the gritters were gone

Rain, rain, go away
I’ll come down another day
Rain, rain, go away
I’ll come down another day
Rain, rain, go away
I’ll come down another day now
Rain, rain go away
I’ll come down another day now
Not today, not today
Rain, rain, go away
I’ll come down another day now
Not today, no
Rain, rain, go away
I’ll come down another day now
Rain, rain, go away
I’ll come down another day
Not today, not today, no
Rain, rain, go away
I’ll come down another day, oh

You have to leave home
To find home sometimes

At the back end of town
At the unholiest hour
You may find love in a snug