Bill Ryder-Jones Two To Birkenhead lyrics

Take me somewhere I'm not likely to forget.
Two singles to Birkenhead,
Two thimbles in need of thread.
Where do you go when you don't know you've done wrong?
Slipping on, running from, waking alone.
Ohh

I'm coming round; the words you gave me only fell to ground.
I like fun, where's the fun in being alone?
And counting scars you only hate the things you think you are.
I never get the things you say; though I'll smile anyway.

And turning on your side,
You said, "Don't be too long",
I said I'll be right back,
Though I kept my fingers crossed.
And sitting on your hands,

Well it kind of broke my heart,
It wasn't in the plan,
When we went to Conway Park.
And as I'm slipping out
You whispered, "Desperate times"

You say that desperate times
Call for desperate pleasures
They say that desperate times
Call for desperate pleasures
They say that desperate times
Call for desperate pleasures
They say that desperate times