BBC Blues

He should have told you what he was scared of
Their mother found him with his eyes already dry
Messages and secrets litter the room
The laundry seems to float upon the floor
The BBC won't put itself to sleep
His brother's gone and he's too trunk to move

The sweat drips down
The colour drains out
So tell me am I even in the ballpark

The passion gets the better of me every time
The passion takes control of everyone I meet
I do a double take when you leave the room
And I do a double take when you come back in

Give him a big kiss he'll probably need it
He may just make you scream in fright
As if he had the same face as Jack Nicholson
As if you can prepare for tonight