It’s your very first top floor flat and all that
Your shower runs hot or too cold
The hoover’s broke and the wiring is toast
It must be a hundred years old
Your mad landlady turned your waterworks on
When she stole your birthday mail
Take it all on the chin my little darling
This love won’t let you fail
There’s a job at the pub next door but one
They say they need a bright young thing at the bar
Get up little darlin’ and put some shoes on
Show them what a bright young thing you are
Twenty odd years ago on a misty autumn morning
I knew this day would come
There’s a postcard here in the window, says "Hoover for Sale"
This love won’t let you fail
Now you ride through the city at four a.m.
Living the life of the night
A little drunken text every now and again
Lets us know that you’re alright
You get to bed as the sun comes up
Your mother’s worried because you’re looking so pale
You’re looking so pale
This love won’t let you fail
There’s a Photograph of a tired little girl
Up on the Downs with her dad
She’s flying their kite
She’s all grown up now but he’s still there
He’s trying to let go with all his might
Catch the wind now darlin’ and run like hell
Over hill and over dale
You’ll be a speck on the horizon before too long
This love won’t let you fail
This Love Won’t Let You Fail was written by Chris Wood.
This Love Won’t Let You Fail was produced by Chris Wood.