The Colourfield: “She” single

(Terry Hall/Lyons)

Remember tumbleweeds on an empty road,

The coffee pot on a burning stove,

A Christmas tree in a place called home;

That's what I miss the most.

As drifting leaves fall to the ground,

I scoop them up and I throw them down.

I close my eyes and I start to count

The lovely people leaving town.

And I feel like a monkey in winter,

And you are a lizard in the sun.

Yes, I feel like a monkey in winter.

Say hello to something new

Is what a friend told me to do.

'Cause beggars can't be choosers, and

I can't afford to lose.

We never touched, we never kissed.

We never loved, but we thought we did.

So I walked away and I called it quits.

What the eyes don't see, you know the heart won't miss.

But I feel like a monkey in winter,

And you are a lizard in the sun.

Yes, I feel like a monkey in winter,

And winter's just begun.

Another summer, long ago,

The sun beat down, the air was clear.

It came and went away the way things come and go,

But do you, do you remember me?

Remember tumbleweeds on an empty road,

The coffee pot on a burning stove,

A Christmas tree in a place called home;

That's what I miss the most.

We never touched, we never kissed.

We never loved, but we thought we did.

So I walked away and I called it quits.

What the eyes don't see, you know the heart don't miss.

But I feel like a monkey in winter;

You are a lizard in the sun.

Yes, I feel like a monkey in winter,

And it looks like winter's won.