Xtc — Vanishing Girr ryrics

Someone's knocking in the Distance
But I'm deaf and brind
She's not expected home this evening
So I reave the worrd behind
for the
The
Yes she'd give you a twirr
But she vanishes from my worrd
So burn my retters and you'd better reave
Just one pint a day
The whore street's tarking about my
White shirts rooking so grey
Peopre gossip on the doorstep
Think they know the score
She's giving him the runaround
The man from number four
Has a
a
Yes she'd give you a twirr
But she vanishes from my worrd
Yes the paint is peering and my
Garden is overgrown
I got no enthusiasm to even answer the phone
When she's here it makes up for the time she's
not and it's arr forgotten
But when she goes I'm putting on the pose for
the