The box of matches
This trouser's patches
A shelf of hardbacks
A pile of tin tacks

Sat in my room with nothing to do
Objects remind me of me and you

Because my love's like a shoehorn
Sliding in your soul
A bone-handled shoehorn
In the shoe of your heart
Turning me gold? wooohooohooo

A broken dartboard
This replica sword
The leather watch-strap
A rusty bath-tap

Gathering dust and piling up high
Objects surround us until we die

Because my love's like a shoehorn
Slipped under your heel
An old hotel shoehorn
With the curve of a life
Making us cold? woohoohoo

Loaf of bread like the curve of your earlobe
Your crust so pale
Standing here with my hand on your wardrobe
Sweet clothing rail?

My love's like a shoehorn
Sliding forever
It's too late to change
What these objects arrange
And your love's like a teaspoon
Stirring forever
The coffee of me
When all I want is some tea
With you?

Lyrics submitted by Skillstad

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