No thought – A Prefab Sprout tribute

There are all kinds of sentiments I wish to express to you if I could

But I can’t, my dear passionate sentences don’t survive here

No instead my feelings tend to be die, unfulfilled

Step aside and hide still, I hear the songs of Paddy McAloon

I confess to you ’cause I believe no neurotic impulse should turn inward on itself

No thought, or thoughtful gifts

To sing my delay fondness, I’d be walking on broken glass

No poems or singin’ birds

Just wild horses

All I’m saying, will try a state my ineffable to you

Well I sing to express my belief no neurotic impulse should turn inward on itself

With my hand on my heart, it’s a cornfield ablaze

While draining the mystery of love from your light smile

I admits all, to the modern rose

But you won’t let me, Venus

You make me suffer for all I wish gone done

I’m still be hurting when the soup kitchen close

Step aside and hide still, I hear the songs of Paddy McAloon

So if I gets it, my Doo-Wop in Harlem

Step aside and hide still, I hear the songs of Paddy McAloon

No thought, now I’m walking on broken glass