ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Whole


There’s no more trains running around my attic
The station is closed
Everybody’s gone home

All my rolling stock is static
The signals have failed
And my ship has sailed

No more Victoria sponge on a Sunday
No more ice creams on the beach on away days
I’ve pulled a cork and sit here and talk to myself

’cause all had just died right in front of me
Leaving the hole in my heart that could never be filled
Until I see you again and two hearts become whole

You open your eyes and your head is still banging
You need to be fed
Get your arse out of bed

There’s bill that need paying
And clothes that need hanging
You’re right to be scared
If you’re taking the stairs

No more Red Devils and scarves on a Sunday
No more big bunches of flowers every pay day
I’ve pulled a cork and sit here and talk to myself

’cause all I had just died right in front of me
Leaving a hole in my heart that could never be filled
Until I see you again and two hearts become whole

I don’t want to be here
When the rest of my life seems so unclear
How I wish you were here
But your hand in mine I feel no fear
When you’re here

But you’re not, I am
So let’s crack another bottle
Let’s crack another bottle

’cause all I had just died right in front of me
Leaving the hole in my heart that could never be filled
Until I see you again and two hearts become whole

’cause all I had just died right in front of me
Leaving a hole in my heart that could never be filled
Until I see you again and two hearts become whole