Canary Wharf

Lack of money oinned me down inside the
Flat on my back on the bed in my room
You were outside playing with scissors
Running on the stairs again

Brazil nuts were down and the pigeons were restless
You purchased chocolate to melt it on biscuits
I wrote my name on a banana peel
There should always be a meal
With my name on it

And I made myself a drama
Out of absolutely nothing
Took the time to admire
The speed with which we grew boring

I was a rapid mess
Unfolding dresses
In stockrooms and warehouses
Sanding chairs and cabinets
In Canary Wharf again

Brazil nuts were down and the pigeons were restless
You purchased chocolate to melt it on biscuits
I wrote my name on a banana peel
There should always be a meal
With my name on it

And I made myself a drama
Out of absolutely nothing
Took the time to admire
The speed with which we grew boring