A Slip in the Marylebone Road

Lyrics

ตา ไป ปี พ่อ ผู้หญิง ผู้ชาย เพื่อน ผม ตา ไป ปี พ่อ ผู้หญิง ผู้ชาย เพื่อน ผม A slip was made on Marylebone Road A slit was made on the Marylebone Road A slit was made on Marylebone Road A slip was made in the middle of the road I sat down in the middle of the road My bags were too heavy They were full of medication I didn't wanna take They were full of medication I didn't wanna take I left them in the middle of the road In the middle of the road, in the middle of the road And a precious green notebook And a precious green notebook And a precious green notebook In the middle of the road A slit opened; I fell And a palatable kiss from your angel Your angel, your angel, an angel, an angel And two people came up to me Two people came up to me They asked, was I all right? And they asked me was I all right? I said no, I was all wrong, you were wrong for asking me Oh, and a slit opened, a slit opened A chink, a chink opened, a whole slit And I slipped inside of it I slipped inside of it And a slit opened on the Marylebone Road The Marylebone Road, the marrowbone road And a slit opened up the Marylebone Road And I left my bags there Slit, cut, slit, cut, open Cut, slit, slit, slit, slit And somewhere, nowhere, in a hospital Was a horse, ill And somewhere, in a hospital Was a horse that was ill And I tried to find my way there And I tried to find my way there And somewhere, in a wood There are two friends waiting, two friends waiting And I tried to find my way there In air... And I got lost in the wood And I got lost in the wood So someone left a biscuit trail No-one left a biscuit trail No-one left a biscuit trail No-one left a list of betrayals Someone left a list of betrayals Someone left a list of betrayals Has someone left a list of betrayals? Someone left a list of betrayals Someone left a list of betrayals Someone left a list of betrayals And a fracture occurred in a fracture A dislocation, a dislocation appeared, a fraction A fraction of what I should have had happen to me A fraction of what is in my handbag A fraction of what should have happened to me A fraction of what should have happened to me as I lost it I was all tied up in a green valuable notebook On the Marylebone Road