| I fell into you in the shadow of the staircase
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| Washed my hands of you in the kitchen sink
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| And in that house I knew we’d never close this distance
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| You said baby, we are closer than you think
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| So I made love to the idea of your involvement
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| And the conversation we had in the dark
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| You said you’d never judge the way I solve my problems
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| Then you left me in the garden talking art
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| I just wished we laughed in time, that’s all
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| I just wished we laughed in time, that’s all
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| That’s all
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| Fell out of my soft head the night we left The Mater
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| Bravo maestro, never seen the sky so pink
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| Fell into your soft bed and stayed the morning after
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| I said, «Baby, we are colder than we think»
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| So I made love to the idea of your approval
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| And the conversations we had with our hands
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| I don’t go in for that sort of thing, I told you
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| Then I sang, «Stand By Your Man»
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| I just wished we laughed in time, that’s all
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| I just wished we laughed in time, that’s all
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| That’s all
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| I should have told you then that I had slipped you on inside my head
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| There are bits of you in every journey home
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| Is it so bad, I like the way I look from your side of the bed
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| You said baby, did you think I didn’t know?
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| Still, I made love to the idea of our collusion
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| And the conversation we had on the floor
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| While the backroom boys earned our disapproval
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| Come on David, sing one more
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| I just wished we laughed in time, that’s all
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| I just wished we laughed in time, that’s all
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| That’s all |