Acetate

Lyrics

It was just me and you, arguing about Camus By the fountain in the centre of the town And it was fair to construe from all the looks that we drew That we would never be invited back around It was too close to call, you said the laughter in The Fall Sums up a problem that we never will escape I muttered something vague about morality in The Plague And then you kissed me, I saw everything your way So I commit my voice to acetate Let's hold that thought forever A love letter sent ten years too late, I know Is still better late than never Now that you're gone, which implies you've moved on To push your rock like Sisyphus up your own hill I hope you kept the absurd and you're still digging Albert's words 'Cos I dug them, I dug you and I always will It was too close to call, you said the laughter in The Fall Sums up a problem that we never will escape I muttered something vague about morality in The Plague And then you kissed me, and then you kissed me So I commit my voice to acetate Let's hold that thought forever A love letter sent ten years too late, I know Is still better late than never