Arab Strap – Letras de Chat In Amsterdam, Winter 2003

If we're having so much fun, how come I'm crying every Monday
Is it just to cancel out the laughter from Thursday through til Sunday
I spend the next two days in my bed and I wonder what it's all about
And as soon as I start to feel okay, and I know it's time to go back out

I've had the same look on my face for the past two lonely years
24 months of bargain pills, and cheeky lines and stolen beers
In all the pictures that I took, my eyes are so black and wide
And you don't have to look too hard to see that there's not much life inside

A new home to hang my heart is what I thought I'd never find
But fate, as always, intervened, and now I've got a girl in mind
And I'm meeting her next week when we get back to Glasgow
That's if we even make it, and we don't get buried in the Dutch snow

And if my instincts are right
I will fall in love and then
We'll have a laugh from time to time
But you'll never see me there again

When I get home in the morning
Trisha's hosting a debate
She says ",If you don't like the fish you're catching
Then you've got to change the bait"