Morcheeba-What_New_York_Couples_Fight_About.mp3

Once a label is on something
It becomes an it
Like its no longer alive
It's like a loss of vision.
Or some dark impressions
Or a black spot on your eye
If its up to you
My little sweet baboo

Through the shouting
and the fever
Think of life as queer
Think of it my dear
As some knobs or a fancy tone
From here there is no reason
Baby's got it made.
But it's not what life's about
What is imagination?
May become a fact
If we think of it that way

If you want to know
I can tell you now
Or if you make it through
somehow
Or is it best to keep or fall to sleep
It isn't looking very good to me
from here

Hey,
He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know cause I forget

He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know cause I forget

He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know cause I forget

He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know cause I forget

I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
What do New York
couples fight about
Brothers gonna work it out
Baby's got the bed sheet
That was under you
When your time
and the life expires
Keeps it in the closet
Keeps it to herself
She should throw the
damn thing out
Why should you continue?
To shake it off
Would you write things
on the wall?

You could make it hard, to be
in the shouting you will see
Or is it best to change the
world your keeping
Down again

Hey,
He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know cause I forget

He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know cause I forget

He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know cause I forget

He's distressed
And I forget
I don't wanna know cause I forget

Such is the sound of sorry
Without the shy report
Or the grips that can hold you down.
Just when things were looking up
You act just like a horse's butt
Everything was simple
But the body's worn
Got the life spread on the ground
Powder pink and general
the kitchen sink, a funeral
Every loving other
Don't you fade on me
Like a bomb that's about to blow

Often we will overlook, the
things that make it undercooked
We can make it hard
Or we can take the world apart
Or you'd never be that sure?
Of the simple things that make
you want to cry again.

He's distressed
I forget
I don't wanna know cause I forget