Текст песни Lucksmiths, The - Don't Bring Your Work To Bed

Driven by ambition
Do know, my love, you're missing
All the splendours, all the wonders
All the days I have squandered
Thoughts of you to guide me
Forever here beside me
All these hours beneath the covers
All those clouds up there above us

It seems like eternities are wasted
Every night you're away I'm ever so frustrated
I need you here but I'm all alone instead
My love, don't bring your work to bed

I don't care about your little anecdotes
Or your countless, pointless inside jokes
All the bosses you call pricks
All the arses you've been forced to lick
I just want you here beside me
Two dishpan hands to hold me
I want to love you endlessly
Before I fall asleep

It seems like eternities are wasted
Every night you're away I'm ever so frustrated
I need you here but I'm all alone instead
My love, don't bring your work to bed