Texty písní The Beautiful South

The Beautiful South

Never Lost A Chicken To A Fox

There he stood, gun in hand

At the door, the day she chose to leave

Half of him stood comforting

The other half that couldn't quite believe

Believe that she had left him

Believe that she had found another love

Believe that she decided

When push came to shove, she'd really shove

Friendship after friendship

Can't begin to count the ones I've lost

Voyage after voyage

Couldn't see the water for the docks

Lost my way up mountain pass

Couldn't see the signposts for the frost

Lost every game I've ever played

But I've never lost a chicken to a fox

And that stick thrown into lake

You watch as move you make

Turns into mistake

Your love away

Like that snail on the leaf

You watch as right beneath

That cold hearted thief

Your love away

There he stood still hours on

The only movement, the only trace

The position of the gun

And a single tear running down his face

Inside he was screaming

Outside you could barely hear him cry

Inside orchestration

Regulated outside to a sigh

Friendship after friendship

Can't begin to count the ones I've lost

Voyage after voyage

Couldn't see the water for the docks

Found my way home late at night

Couldn't see my bed for stranger's socks

Lost every game I've ever played

But I've never lost a chicken to a fox

Your love away, your love away

Turns into mistake your love away

Your love away, your love away

That cold hearted thief, your love away