Flowers

You said something about Chardonnay
In a post modernist kind of way
With your french cigarettes
Tu sois de rien
(That’s not how you say it)

You sent flowers to your father’s grave
But you still patronise those with faith
‘Cos it’s all colours
It’s all ballet
And fame
(Say my name)

Something borrowed
Something blue, yeah
Something’s looking out for you
Your lipstick colour, your tattoo
Will help you to enjoy your youth

It all felt a little too teenage
Sitting in a clinic all pale faced
With your hair still wet
Couldn’t keep the baby safe anyway

No one ever really dared
To say much to us though did they

Something borrowed
Something blue, yeah
Something’s looking out for you
Your lipstick colour, your tattoo
Will help you to enjoy your youth
Yeah

Something borrowed
Something blue, yeah
I smell nail varnish too
Maybe I need more to do but
In my head
You’re always nude

You’re still gold and I’m still blue
Memories of a younger you

Something borrowed
Something blue, yeah
Something’s looking out for you
Your lipstick colour, your tattoo
Will help you to enjoy your youth
Yeah

Something borrowed
Something blue, yeah
Yeah I smell nail varnish too
Maybe I need more to do but
In my head
You're always nude here