Lyrics:

To think it was going so well

We'd go out at night come home and fight like hell

Good fights about big things

You know just pushing around in the dark



To think I was scared to open the box

New love on the doorstep isn't it funny there's nothing on how it works

Go on have a look inside

You won't know what you did without it



Well you slept

You met interesting people

And you slept with them

I'm up against the wall now



Hotel room, a silent phone

A packet of fags, a bottle of wine, a suitcase you call your own

When the darkness comes from the inside out

And even the barmen are pricks



Vitriol, the cigarettes

A long night of thinking and the search for the best vignettes

Yeah well it was good wasn't it

Then it got bad,p> Some say love it only comes once in a lifetime

Well once is enough for me

She was one in a million

So there's five more just in New south Wales



There's a show on the television now

A man in the jungle with monkeys, he's saying we've come so far

Yeah well it's news to me

I'd better go evolve now



To think it was going to well

We'd go out at night come home and fight like hell

Good fights about big things

Like 'who wrote the book on men?'

Well it was me



I'm up against the wall now

And I'm afraid to say I must fail her

Words: Tim Freedman

Music: Michael Vidale/Ian Hildebrand

Tim Freedman: vocal, backing vocals, electric piano, Korg C3 organ

Ian Hildebrand: guitar

Tim Hall: guitar (bridge), backing vocals

Michael Vidale: bass

Mike Richards: drums

Scott Johnson: backing vocals

Larry Muhoberac: piano