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