Texty: Thea Gilmore. Rules For Jokers. Saying Nothing.

Enter my November Boy with eyes like the sea
The radio sings "Love Me Do," yeah I agree
And I've used up every sentence that love has to offer
So silence or some recycled line, now which would you prefer

Now, here's hoping that you thought to pull your window down
Cos the dogs are still barking Debussy in rounds
And the night-time noises are leaning to confer
I'm saying nothing it makes my feelings just a little louder

Come aboard this soapbox or just pull me down
Been taming rats in every corner of this godawful town
Its just you and me now, our alibis have gone off to bed
So its up to us and our seasoned smiles to remember what is said

Now, here's hoping that you thought to pull your window down
Cos the dogs are still barking Debussy in rounds

And the night-time noises are leaning to confer
I'm saying nothing it makes my feelings just a little louder
I'm saying nothing it makes my feelings just a little louder

There's something between your teeth
And if you cant stand the heat

Here's hoping that you thought to pull your window down
Cos the dogs are still barking Debussy in rounds
And the night-time noises are leaning to confer
I'm saying nothing it makes my feelings just a little louder
I'm saying nothing it makes my feelings just a little louder