Shot of shame

In the kitchen past midnight
by the buzzing fridge in moonlight
the Holy Father told the world to hush
there's just the soft hiss from a toilet flush
I saw her for the first time, she made me crazy
while the band played something hazy
I think now I wait until tomorrow
yes she is my brand new sorrow

In the car with a short wave radio
the sky is clearing up for about a minute or so
she plucks her sleeve I can't believe we met
her look is friendly, mine's of a man in sweat
'you want my love for you to be stronger
but don't forget the heart is a muscle
not easy to work out' she suddenly said
I do a little dance drenched in alcohol
that's head down and one arm
stretched against the wall

Across the sparking waters I sail my boat
back to that april morning on a spot not too remote
where once my hands were much too shaky
to use my mobile phone
when by the throat I put her to bed
now with weeds overgrown
'you want my love for you to be stronger but
don't forget the heart is a muscle
not easy to work out' I know
in the kitchen past midnight
by the buzzing fridge in moonlight
I know