Cul-De-Sac

Fresh black tarmac
Down our love Cul-De-Sac
You’ll bring paperbacks
I’ll do the soundtrack
The streets turn yellow
Everywhere that we go
Commitment is blu-tac
Down our love Cul-De-Sac

I woke up in a sweat
Remembering what I’d forget
When I got a letter addressed
to your silhouette
I recognise your invite
From your appalling handwriting
And then the filthy white trainers
you arrived in

5 years is a while
To those rehearsing a smile
So let’s go disco
Like it’s going out of style
The Heartbreakers is busy
This WKD ain’t fizzy
And in the chippy
We both feel a bit dizzy…!

(We’re all yearning for some learning!)
Or at least we think
(I just found all this spare time!)
But lost my mind and my winks
(We’re seeing where it goes!)
But little do we know…
It’s a dead-end road

Fresh black tarmac
Down our love Cul-De-Sac
You’ll bring paperbacks
I’ll do the soundtrack
The streets turn yellow
Everywhere that we go
Commitment is blu-tac
Down our love Cul-De-Sac

Darling do you remember
When I left in September
That we were Never ever
getting back together
But now I’m ’Home for the Weekend’
and I think you just left your new boyfriend
So why don’t we just pretend?

Oh… (Oh!)
Is your heart to fast or slow?
(Oh!)
Bring a broken heart to show and tell
(Oh!)
Is it way too much
This is way too much, oh-wuh-oh!

(We’re all cruising for a bruising!)
But we don’t mind
(Our past is written in the cars!)
And we’re ignoring the signs
We’re seeing where it goes
But little do we know
(Little do we know)
Little do we know
(Little do we know!)
Little do we know
(Little do we know!)
Little do we know
(Little do we know!)
It’s a dead end road

Cul-De-Sac (etc.)
Oh…!
Fresh black tarmac
Down our love Cul-De-Sac
You’ll bring paperbacks
And I’ll do the soundtrack
The streets turn yellow
Everywhere that we go
Commitment? That’s blu-tac!
Down our love Cul-De-Sac!

Cul-De-Sac