I want to turn you 'round
And a coat, a magazine
A wave, a pack of cigarettes
That I can understand
The sound of people getting drunk
A picture of the queen
That I can understand
That I can understand
That I can understand
A visit from your doctor
A light to see it all
A pocket full of beads
A mirror you can look in
A suit to wear on Mondays
He crawls in through the door
A painting of the wall
I want to turn you 'round
A knife, a fork and memories
That I can understand
A letter that I sent for you
A note you left for me
You didn't leave me anything
I want to turn you on
You didn't leave me anything
Hey I never meant that stuff
I want to turn you on
A dress to wear on Sundays
A heavy rain a holiday
A bank that's full of promises
And a handle for the door
Now I'm left with all of this
A ceiling and a sky
Dominoes a pack of cards
Hey I never meant that stuff
Hey I never meant that stuff
You didn't leave me anything
That I can understand
A telephone that lies
You didn't leave me anything
So that you know where you are
Hey I never meant that stuff
You didn't leave me anything
Hey I never meant that stuff
You didn't leave me anything
I want to turn you 'round
