Can You Believe - Trust Fund

Baby, can you believe

After everything has been done and said

In fifteen minutes we’ll be sleeping in our own bed?

Count every second of the weekend

And we won’t last a day

Paint watercolours by the window

And you won’t feel ashamed

For a future built on a sloping past

A desperate question you oughtn’t ask

I know that it’s hopeless, I know that it’s ruined

I know that my job now is to see you through it

But how?

Say that you wouldn’t like the football

But I think that you would

I could never make you happy

Like a Dyson Airblade could

From our restless legs we’ll never sleep

A plastic mould of my tiny teeth

You’re tired and shaking

Don’t think you can do it

I know that my job now is to see you through it

But how?

And what point do I hold my hands up

Is it now?

And say in all the time you pestered and harangued

I never even began to draft an answer

In the over-literal song that you won’t send

In the patronising touch of a bad boyfriend

And we know wherever we wake up

The sun or the moon will be waiting for us

Both if we’re lucky

Like skimming stones

Not floating but bouncing

Hoping against hope

The lights on the Megabus are headache-inducing

You are turned away

You are contemplating

The damage I’ve done

The damage you’ve done too

'sorry' is a word we are working up to

Baby, can you believe

After everything has been done and said

In fifteen minutes we’ll be sleeping in our own bed?