Darling Alistair - Little Comets

Two types of heartache blow my life into pieces

The first is fiscal;

the second does not bare repeating

Say Darling Alistair

Why’d your taxes remain way too taxing?

Is it not opportune to pose these questions?

Darling, are you honest?

Darling, are you popular?

We thought you were honest

But you keep secrets in

You have me invited to another question-answer session

Dressed-down, informal like

But it still leaves the wrong impression

Your fabric’s merging

Urge you to break into something vibrant

Instead, your head, drops dead in silence

Darling, are you honest?

Darling, are you popular?

We thought you were honest

But you keep secrets in

Darling, d’you notice?

Darling, are you ill-defined?

Darling, are you honest?

From behind blacked-out window of your car

Excheque my broken heart

Cancel cheques in the mail

It’s like we just got started, Alistair

Home-wrecker, duty bound

Two pence in the pound

It’s like you just departed, Alistair

Darling, are you honest?

Darling, are you popular?

We thought you were honest

But you keep secrets in

Darling, d’you notice?

Darling, are you ill-defined?

Darling, are you honest?

From behind blacked-out windows in your car

Darling, are you honest?

Darling, are you popular?

We thought you were honest

But you keep secrets in

Darling, d’you notice?

Darling, are you ill-defined?

Darling, are you honest?

From behind blacked-out windows in your car