Lack of money pinned me down inside the flat
On my back on the bed in my room
You were outside playing with scissors
Running on the stairs again

Brazil nuts were down & the pigeons were restless
You purchased chocolate to melt it on biscuits
I wrote my name on a banana peel
There should always be a meal with my name on it

& I made myself a drama out of absolutely nothing
Took the time to admire the speed with which we grew boring

I was a rapid mess unfolding dresses
In stark rooms & warehouses
Sanding chairs & cabinets
In canary wharf again

Brazil nuts were down & the pigeons were restless
You purchased chocolate to melt it on biscuits
I wrote my name on a banana peel
There should always be a meal with my name on it

& I made myself a drama out of absolutely nothing
Took the time to admire the speed with which we grew boring


Lyrics submitted by vchamberlain

Canary Wharf song meanings
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