I like England, 'cause that's where I live
I've been in love, and it was quite nice
I hope the roof don't collapse, because it's cold
And you're not here, or in my life
Our chemistry is in suspension
The snakebite's sting has long since gone
And I'm just fine with that
'Cause I'm planning good times to come
Like a snail crawling to the shops
Like a league two side, (I'll get there in the end)
Like a manual in Portuguese
Like a postcard that's the wrong size (I'll get there in the end)
I hope you look back in your sunny future
And find the memory still trapped
Think of me when we had each other
And how we used to react
Someday soon I should really find a career
Something that's not gonna drive me mad
Someday someone else is gonna make me happy
But what if I feel guilty for thinking about what we could have had?
Like a snail crawling to the shops
Like a league two side, (I'll get there in the end)
Like a manual in Portuguese
Like a postcard that's the wrong size (I'll get there in the end)
I'll get there in the end
Like a snail crawling to the shops
Like a league two side, (I'll get there in the end)
Like a manual in Portuguese
Like a postcard that's the wrong size (I'll get there in the end)
These things we both know