Lyrics:

Both born of lust and deceit

We are lovers who will

Never meet

Once fate put us in the

Same room

When you knew not of me

Nor I of you

Something inside dies...

And we don't stand

Up to scrutiny

But we spin by and by the by

A great pain finds

Numb haven, humdrum

And we spin by and by the by

Something inside dies...



Me and my imaginary friend

Have been going round

The bend for some time now

For some time now...



And me and Timmy Turd

Are having trouble being heard

Through the background hum

Above the background hum...



And me and Barry C are

Going down to Connah's Quay

For all your Telecaster dreams

A Telecaster is all you need...



Me and my imaginary friend

Have been going round the

Bend for some time now

For some time now...



And me and Timmy Turd

Are getting trouble being heard

Through the background hum

Above the background hum...



And me and Barry C are

Going down to Connah's Quay

For all your Telecaster dreams

A Telecaster is all you need...



Something inside dies...