| The TV Screen Is The Only Light
Lyric by Clive James, music by Pete Atkin
I left the dishes and climbed into bed
Wondering what I got in this mess for
Watching a show that I couldn't care less for
And the TV screen is the only light
Like a tank of fish suspended in the velvet night
It's a single bed but there's room to spare
For a certain party that I've lost touch with
And shouldn't be bothering overmuch with
And the TV screen is the only light
Like a tank of fish suspended in the velvet night
He must have had other fish to fry
He said he'd be back but he kind of forgot
How do you like that guy?
Kind of... damn it, one hell of a lot
It isn't easy to drowse and smoke
And hold a glass while I keep a watch on
The eiderdown that I spilled some scotch on
And the TV screen is the only light
Like a tank of fish suspended in the velvet night
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