Nigel Stonier - Mrs Oblivion

Mrs Oblivion, won’t you come out tonight?
With a tie-dye Gemini, by the take-away light
I’ve been wrong so long that it feels like right
Mrs Oblivion

Coins in the phone booth, the rattle of keys
The all night garage, the smoky breeze
The drunks on the corner, the silent squeeze
Mrs Oblivion

She’s not a tongue-tied girl who waives the small talk
There are no wise words you can say
But she’ll take that pink sunrise and those happy lies
She’ll give it all away

Mrs Oblivion, she’s tall and thin
She don’t believe in Mondays, don’t believe in sin
She don’t come round calling when I’m not in
Mrs Oblivion

She’s not a tongue-tied girl who waives the small talk
There are no wise words you can say
But she’ll take that pink sunrise and those happy lies
She’ll give it all away
Giving at all away

Mrs Oblivion, call me a truce
Draw me a daydream, shape me a noose
All I ever wanted was this good an excuse
Mrs Oblivion