Lyrics:

(Difford/tilbrook)I''ve returnedI''ve returnedLast night I played the drunken fiddleDisabled love with a word of dribbleOn and on about some jumbled subjectI Said your friends were a bunch of muppetsI Said your sister should have grown a moustacheSaid you didn''t need to take off your maskDown the staircase I made my staggerI left you crying but it didn''t matterSo I sat inside my car and wonderA headache in my head like the thunderI Chewed my nails like a guilty victimI Couldn''t see or feel the night or nothingI Wanted to explain but all so desperateLove was like it was some investmentThen I don''t remember who said what whenOn a scrap of paper I placed my penWhen I woke up in the morningBeside you in the bedMy mouth was full of nothingMy arms around your headI don''t know how I got thereBut I didn''t want to checkNow back between each otherWe''re salvaging our wreckNow I''ve returnedYou''ve thrown my jigsaw all over the floorWe''re at the deepest deepI thought our love had died foreverBut it just went to sleepI''ve returnedI''ve returnedI''ve returnedI''ve returned