Coming Second

Found a hole and slipped on through Kissed the stone and learnt the lines Jumped the cue all the time forgetting you Best disheveled lover three years running Coming second to a picket fence White, nine to five who's just alive Beyond repair, there is nothing to say Save some fading regrets, yet I can't be without this Beyond repair, there is nothing to say Save some fading regrets, yeah I need you to be, to be around I need you to be, to be around I want you show, to be around I need you to be, to be around Spit-shone lies, juggled debts Planted flags and made regrets Muddled through all the time forgetting you Cut your teeth and breezed on to Another brothers fickle ways So why amazed when it don't, turn out your way Beyond repair, there is nothing to say Save some fading regrets, yet I can't be without this Beyond repair, there is nothing to say Save some fading regrets, yeah I need you to be, to be around I need you to be, to be around I want you show, to be around I need you to be, to be around