Slipping away
(From the album BETTER?)
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Well I’m slipping away my own true love, I’ll be gone by the time you wake up
I’m slipping away for a year and a day, with a runcible spoon and a cup
And I’ve got me a match box to travel in, and I’ve got me a star for a light
Got me a hand full of spirits and sand and the wings of a sparrow in flight

I’m slipping away my own true love, you knew that this time had to come
I’m slipping away and there’s nothing to say with a barrel of fear and a plum
And I’ve got me penny and office, got me a barber and tail
Got me some screams from the valley of dreams and the skin of a fifty-foot whale

I’m slipping away my own true love in the light and the dark of the dawn
I’m slipping away where the night meets the day with the touch of a hat and a yawn
And I‘ve got me a tower and furnace, got me a book for the boys
Got me a nest and a chemical chest and a trigger for pickling joys

But when will you return to me, and when will this loving let us be
‘Cause I’ve been waiting all so long, for you to come along
And now you say that you’re slipping away.

Well I’m slipping away my own true love and maybe I’ll bring back some reins
I’m slipping away with my head in a ‘K’ and my buttons and pelvis in chains
And I’ve got me a biro and lettuce, and I‘ve got me a picture of Spike
Got me a strand of the world in my hand and a willow that serves as a pike

I’m slipping away my own true love I’ll be gone with the times in a hut
I’m slipping away where the cleverers play and the maggots survive in a cut
And I’ve got me bat and a letter, and I’ve got me shine and a shoe
And I’ve got me a stance and a battery glance and a fickle display Allah too

I’m slipping away my own true love I’ll be gone by the time I arrive
I’m slipping away in a battle of grey with a dish and a weave and a jive
And I’ve got me a watch on the Auckland and I’ve got me a sound in a car
And I’ve got me a truth in a musical booth and a lisp in a key by the jar

Yeah I’m slipping away my own true love I’ll be gone by the time it’s a light
I’m slipping away in a vicerous stay with a head in a bottle of flight
And I’ve got me a liquorish chaperone and I’ve got me some syrup and a kiss
And I’ve got me a nail and a rope and a sail and a breaker for breaking on this