Текст песни: If the Good Lord Had Intended Us to Walk He Wouldn't Have Invented Roller-Skates + перевод

Cast off, bombs away

I’m hopelessly underpaid

You’re going travelling

I’m not moving away

Will you wait for me?

'Cause I can’t sleep

'Cause I’ve been thinking of all the things that you’ll be doing without me

A postcard from time to time

Is no consolation prize

Nor is it any peace of mind for me

I can’t help but not trust you

This isn’t fun

I can’t begin thinking of things

You’re going to end up leaving me

This isnt fun, this isnt fun

This was never going to be easy

Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink

I think with all these holes we bear it’s likely we will sink

Sink, sink, sink

This isn’t fun

I can’t begin thinking of things

You’re going to end up leaving me

This isnt fun, this isnt fun

Cast off, bombs away

I’m hopelessly underpaid

You went travelling

Well that’s ok

Where does that leave me?

Now I can’t sleep

Перевод песни If the Good Lord Had Intended Us to Walk He Wouldn't Have Invented Roller-Skates