Texty: Tindersticks. Curtains. Fast One.

Some kind of machine has been hollowed out inside me
Don?t know what I became or what I?ve left behind
See I don?t remember when
Something plain about a girl brought me back here again
Stumbled round her house tonight
I could give her a call
Stumbled over the kerbstone on the way to her door
And I squandered her love
It?s the biggest kick I ever got
Now I squandered her love
Nothing else hits the spot
Everybody?s perfect and yet everybody?s away
Everybody?s got pictures that they can?t contain
Yet I squandered your love
It hangs there in my mind
It?s an ugly thing I can?t leave behind
Jesus