Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
It hurts just a little bit more when you think about it
I lie on the bathroom floor and I think about it
And there's nothing that you can do that doesn't bring me right down
I get disturbed at the thought of you wandering round
It hurts when you give him head or you hold his hand
I know it shouldn't but it does, don't you understand?
And there's nothing that you can do that doesn't make it hurt worse
He gets delirious each time he opens your purse
I've been to the future
And there's nothing there
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all without you
He's trapped in the future watching the past recede
She's trapped in a body she doesn't really need
And you stayed in the past, you're a vanishing point on the track
'Cause the people who go to the future, they never come back
Never come back
Never come back
Never come back
Never come back
Never come back
Never come back
Never come back