Lyrics

What's the sense in being here Living out your days in loneliness and fear? Tell me is it clever? Old lovers in the supermarket Who knows where or when they started off? It could have been forever As he turns to say he loves her She can see that he's unsteady on his feet She helps him with the basket As he reaches for a pack of processed meat Then she grabs an éclair, of which they'll later share But before the moments through, she smiles, "I love you too" Whilst browsing through the frozen foods Again I see them and it lifts my mood He's on the wind up Moaning they've been there for weeks As she mulls over multipacks of leeks She can't make her mind up And then she breaks out laughing As he picks one up and uses it to dance Throws it in the basket And she asks if he's got something in his pants Then the old man makes a glance, steadies up his stance Cries, "God, I love you" and she laughs, "I love you too" Many people living selfishly alone Build a fire with someone who can spark it 'Cause when you're eighty-three Your money can't buy family Me, I'd rather be just like the lovers in the supermarket And as I'm in the carpark I can see the raindrops bouncing off the road Now that heavy basket It's in a shopping bag but still, they share the load She said "I should have brought my trolley, 'cause in there was my brolly" Then a lump filled up my throat When he made her wear his coat