The box of matches This trousers' patches A shelf of hardbacks A pile of tin tacks
Sat in my room with nothing to do Objects remind me of me and you
Because my love's like a shoehorn Sliding in your soul A bone-handled shoehorn In the shoe of your heart Turning me gold? wooohooohooo
A broken dartboard This replica sword The leather watch-strap A rusty bath-tap
Gathering dust and piling up high Objects surround us until we die
Because my love's like a shoehorn Slipped under your heel An old hotel shoehorn With the curve of a life Making us cold? wooohooohooo
Loaf of bread like the curve of your earlobe Your crust so pale Standing here with my hand on your wardrobe Sweet clothing rail? oooooooOOoOooOooOOooOO
My love's like a shoehorn Sliding forever It's too late to change What these objects arrange And your love's like a teaspoon Stirring forever The coffee of me When all I want is some tea With you? oooOooOOOOOOooOoOOooOooOoOo0oOo00Oo0O00OooooOooO0O
