The Flood (Live at St Pancras Old Church, London, 2012)

She held her umbrella defiantly

As the rain fell in sideways, it made no difference at all

She couldn't talk without crying, crying to me

So, after a while, we didn't talk much at all

I pretended to look at something down the road

Grainy and pale in the malignant glow

She broke off our kiss to say something to me

The sun was so low, the shadow so long

Oh, oh, oh

"Please listen to me"

She said, "Don't trust them, don't tell them nothing at all

You've got no chance on your own

They will just crush you, they'll tear the flesh from your bones"

Oh, oh, oh

The flood that sold her capillaries

All bloody and broken, she stared down the road

Oh, I had the clear sense that she'd worn this before

But she looked unfamiliar for a minute or more

I half-heartedly laughed, "That's so typically you"

She said, "Is that not what your other girls do?"

As I traced with my thumb where her ring used to be

And her eyes fixed on something that I could not see

Oh, oh, oh

"Please listen to me"

She said, "Don't trust them, don't tell them nothing at all

You've got no chance on your own

They will just crush you, they'll tear the flesh from your bones"

Oh, oh, oh

Well, who betrayed who with the softest of kiss?

Maybe I'll betray you, but it won't be like this

"Please listen to me"

She said, "Don't trust them, don't tell them nothing at all

You've got no chance on your own

They will just crush you, they'll tear the flesh from your bones"

Please listen to me

Please listen to me

Please listen to me

Please