[00:32.79]How simple it was gonna be
[00:40.17]Each scene laid out the players we
[00:47.85]Copy bound from the night we met
[00:54.99]Walk right on to the stage we set
[01:02.19]The lockstep script text concise
[01:05.97]Me on a knee, you in white
[01:09.57]The crowing head, hand gripping tight
[01:13.17]Those walks along the pier at night
[01:16.89]Slip underneath with the fish where there's no light
[01:23.94]Hands bloody and raw
[01:27.60]On the cutting floor
[01:31.53]Bloody and raw
[01:34.86]On the cutting floor
[01:38.64]Those scarlet days, they're alright
[01:41.85]But the book of the film is hard to write
[01:45.69]How do you sit through all the rest?
[01:49.44]Ordinary with no extra is the test
[02:07.11]I drop that line uproarious bar
[02:10.92]You seduce me in the car
[02:14.16]But the afternoon plays out flat
[02:17.82]And the dull way home was four hours back
[02:21.60]Why can't it be more like a flick?
[02:25.26]But it's a book its pages thick
[02:28.68]Turn one by one no editor's tricks
[02:32.67]Filling the floor with the lifeless bits
[02:36.03]The bookmark moves so slow it seems to stick
[02:43.02]Hands bloody and raw
[02:46.74]On the cutting floor
[02:50.58]Bloody and raw
[02:53.94]On the cutting floor
[02:57.66]Those scarlet days they're alright
[03:00.99]But the book of the film is hard to write
[03:04.77]How do you sit through all the rest?
[03:08.52]Ordinary with no extra is the test
[03:55.41]Movies can go back in time
[03:58.92]Today the thought of that's sublime
[04:02.55]But only for some fleeting bits
[04:06.45]Dodging the days that stretch out like weeks
[04:09.75]I wish a voice could summarise
[04:13.44]Wrapping time in black disguise
[04:17.01]And skip us on like sleep to sunrise
[04:20.49]Explaining away the daily grind
[04:23.91]Those scarlet days they're alright
[04:27.15]But the book of the film is hard to write
[04:31.05]No-one warns you about the rest
[04:34.62]Ordinary with no extra is the test

How simple it was gonna be
Each scene laid out the players we
Copy bound from the night we met
Walk right on to the stage we set
The lockstep script text concise
Me on a knee, you in white
The crowing head, hand gripping tight
Those walks along the pier at night
Slip underneath with the fish where there's no light
Hands bloody and raw
On the cutting floor
Bloody and raw
On the cutting floor
Those scarlet days, they're alright
But the book of the film is hard to write
How do you sit through all the rest?
Ordinary with no extra is the test
I drop that line uproarious bar
You seduce me in the car
But the afternoon plays out flat
And the dull way home was four hours back
Why can't it be more like a flick?
But it's a book its pages thick
Turn one by one no editor's tricks
Filling the floor with the lifeless bits
The bookmark moves so slow it seems to stick
Hands bloody and raw
On the cutting floor
Bloody and raw
On the cutting floor
Those scarlet days they're alright
But the book of the film is hard to write
How do you sit through all the rest?
Ordinary with no extra is the test
Movies can go back in time
Today the thought of that's sublime
But only for some fleeting bits
Dodging the days that stretch out like weeks
I wish a voice could summarise
Wrapping time in black disguise
And skip us on like sleep to sunrise
Explaining away the daily grind
Those scarlet days they're alright
But the book of the film is hard to write
No-one warns you about the rest
Ordinary with no extra is the test