Now My Heart Is Full

Now My Heart Is Full There's gonna be some trouble A whole house will need re-building And everyone I love in the house Will recline on an analyst's couch quite soon Your father cracks a joke And in the usual way Empties the room Tell all of my friends I don't have too many Just some rain-coated lovers' puny brothers Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt Rush to danger Wind up nowhere Patric Doonan, raised to wait I'm tired again, I've tried again, and Now my heart is full Now my heart is full And I just can't explain So I won't even try to Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt Every jammy Stressford poet Loafing oafs in all-night chemists Loafing oafs in all-night chemists Underact, express depression Ah, but Bunnie I loved you I was tired again I've tried again, and Now my heart is full Now my heart is full And I just can't explain So I won't even try to Could you pass by? Could you pass by? Could you pass by? Could you pass by? Could you pass by? Oh Now my heart is full Now my heart is full And I just can't explain So so So so so so so