Lyrics for ‘Something About Dreams and Eating Out’

Don’t call me England,

I just came to hide with you

I’m tired of haunting you

A sleeping driver hides behind his steering wheel

Up on the hill,

After the radio 

There’s nothing-really-nothing to turn off

Don’t know what to feel,

After the radio 

There’s nothing just the silence all around

You’d call me Heracles

But I’m from England baby

I ain’t even from Greece

We swam together

At the break of your fever 

At the banks of the river 

As you broke full of fervour  

There’s the sweat on your forearm 

The heat at the window

There’s the sound of your arrows

The blade in my side still

Your greatest gift

The great escape

My means of death

The blade in my side still

Your greatest gift

Great escape

My means of death 

My obscure funeral

“Don’t come in black”, I told you

Wear that green dress if you’d like 

If you’d like

If you’d like

Will you drive?

Or would your eyes be blind with tears?

Either way you’d make a speech

That went something like this

“We’ll always love you but

That’s not the point.”

That’s not the point

“We’ll always love you but

That’s not the point.”

That’s not the point

Don’t call me yours 

Don’t call me yours 

Don’t call me yours truly anymore

Don’t call me yours 

Don’t call me yours 

Don’t call me yours truly anymore

And you’d call me Heracles

But I’m from England babe

I ain’t even from Greece

I gave you twelve labours for free

Played fetch with the black dog on the soles of my knees

I came and saved you from Crete

My daddy saw the black flag and now he’s in the sea

Oh no

Oh no

Oh no

Where did you go?

Down by the docks

Where the water flows

Take this ship ‘cus it’s bigger than a boat

Tie back you hair with a big white bow

Don’t know what to say

Probably just something about dreams and eating out

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By Alfie and I