It’s a Catalogue

Lyrics

Towels and trunks, a parasol Ah, Spring '09, Costa del Sol That French chestnut flour, long since expired But quite important Tickets (unused) for "Annie Hall" We could have learned to ruin it all A toothbrush, a comb seem gross to keep But oh so precious [Chorus] Right in the midst of our glory Right in the bliss of our love Right at the peak of the story We secretly wish to be doomed Tinsel and angels and tiny bells Terry cloth shoes from resort-hotels The postcards from tour, the Rome's one fake It's from Bologna [Chorus] Right in the midst of our glory Right in the bliss of our love Right at the peak of the story We secretly wish to be doomed Relentlessly, our love Suspiciously, our love Enviably, our love Sincerely yours, my love My love