Cocker / Senior /Mackey / Banks / Doyle

Doorways, corners and the street lights dance in your eyes. Behind the cinema in the rain, in the subway where the walls crumble and cover you in fine dust 'cos we haven't got a home to go to, touch me by the rails on the back seat, on the top deck, talk dirty on the back row, can you feel me against you? Oh you know, we shouldn't, we shouldn't, we shouldn't, I want to ...mmmm... What you gonna do if you go home and he's not there? It wouldn't be the same if we didn't know it was wrong, oh touch me and then go wherever he takes you, oh yeah leave me and I'll walk it off in the rain somehow yeah. Someone wants to watch by the side of the Lena Stores in the doorway, in the rain. Did he see us? And do you care? Pull the night-time tight around us and we can keep each other warm whilst cars drive by en-route to dried-up dinners and strip-lit kitchens and the smell of gas and potato peelings. What you gonna do if you go home and he's not there? It wouldn't be the same if you didn't know it was wrong, oh touch me and then go wherever he takes you, oh yeah leave me and I'll walk it off in the rain somehow yeah. We've got to go on meeting like this. I don't want to live with you or anywhere near you. I want to catch you unawares undressing in front of a window maybe impressed with those things I drive by. Did you see me? Could you tell that I was watching? Did it make it feel better? Yeah, it was good for me too. Did you think about me? Did you close your eyes? Think that maybe it was my hand that was touching you, my breath against your face? And when you opened your eyes, did the world tip off its axis for a few seconds? And you thought you'd caught a tiny glimpse of someone? Something here with its shoulders moving towards you? Yeah I did too and it felt good, and it felt good, and it felt good. In a strange kind of way, in a way that things that aren't supposed to feel good, sometimes do, oh take it away, yeah. What you gonna do if you go home and he's not there? It wouldn't be the same if we didn't know it was wrong, oh touch me and then go wherever he takes you, oh yeah leave me and I'll walk it off in the rain somehow. What you gonna do if you go home and he's not there? It wouldn't be the same if we didn't know it was wrong, oh touch me and then go wherever he takes you, oh yeah leave me and I'll walk it off in the rain somehow.

Transcribed by Roger Granada