Cat In Sunshine - The Lucksmiths

You tell me you don’t like the way I comb my hair

But there are two of us at this table

Only one of us doesn’t care

You’re so engrossed in what you read

And you’re not really there

Can tell you all my troubles

And all you say is 'yeah, yeah, yeah'

Television’s off tonight

I heard somebody cry outside

The smells of spring are everywhere

Getting mixed up with my own

Could’ve sworn I heard you say this house was not your home

Medicine cabinet is your only friend

Your greatest fear is telephone

Here it comes again

You look like so many adjectives

But what you are is what I’m not

You come round here in a brand new shirt

And announce that you’re a brand new girl

But you stole that line

And you probably stole the shirt as well

Sometimes I have to wonder why

I’d only take an inch and you gave me a mile

It’s got more to do with stupidity

Than it has to do with style

Every time you come round here

I never know just what you’ll wear

And I’m sitting here in yesterdays underwear

Do you have to try hard to look as though you really couldn’t care

A friend once told me apathy looks good on her

You look like so many similes

What you are is a cat in sunshine

And when you’re here I feel like D Day is here

All those songs about burning houses are giving me ideas

If I hear those words once more I’ll pour the petrol on the floor

And I’ll watch the flames caress your door

You look like so many analogies

But what you are is a cat in sunshine

A cat in sunshine, a canary in a coal mine