The Style Council - The Story of Someone's Shoe lyrics
[The Style Council - The Story of Someone's Shoe lyrics]
It's either something in their eyes or
Something in the drink
But whatever it is they both stop and think
There's no going back and nothing above
It's lust or loneliness, but never love
She takes a breath as he takes his keys
First name terms is the extent of it
There's no getting out as they're going in
But by tomorrow they both will begin
To regret and renege on a
Bond they have struck
A small price to pay and casual luck
Some lose nothing, some lose a lot
But whatever we have is all we have got
He takes her hand and leads to the room
In half light and silence for
Their clothes to remove
There's doubt in her mind but
Hope in her heart
That this last one of many may be the start
So they wriggle and writhe for an hour or two
But time has no place when two are consumed
They moan and they gasp but
They don't really speak
As no conversation could fit this scene
And tomorrow as always, always comes
As she slips away, he still dumb
He felt the urge just as she felt the need
Now the need to get out
Still carrying his seed
Which trickles down her leg and onto her shoe
Onto the pavement and then out of view
Into the gutter and down into a drain
Joining a river and there to remain
There's no going back and
There's nothing above
It's lust and loneliness that drives us along
It's lust and loneliness
But it's seldom love
Something in the drink
But whatever it is they both stop and think
There's no going back and nothing above
It's lust or loneliness, but never love
She takes a breath as he takes his keys
First name terms is the extent of it
There's no getting out as they're going in
But by tomorrow they both will begin
To regret and renege on a
Bond they have struck
A small price to pay and casual luck
Some lose nothing, some lose a lot
But whatever we have is all we have got
He takes her hand and leads to the room
In half light and silence for
Their clothes to remove
There's doubt in her mind but
Hope in her heart
That this last one of many may be the start
So they wriggle and writhe for an hour or two
But time has no place when two are consumed
They moan and they gasp but
They don't really speak
As no conversation could fit this scene
And tomorrow as always, always comes
As she slips away, he still dumb
He felt the urge just as she felt the need
Now the need to get out
Still carrying his seed
Which trickles down her leg and onto her shoe
Onto the pavement and then out of view
Into the gutter and down into a drain
Joining a river and there to remain
There's no going back and
There's nothing above
It's lust and loneliness that drives us along
It's lust and loneliness
But it's seldom love