i spent a dirty weekend practicing my French
rosy-cheeked i saw my limitations there, in evidence
when i invited Frank and you
back to mine for mangetout
when i meant ménage à trois
you laughed so hard
you cracked your chin against the bar
this statement might sound phoney
but i miss you
and i'm lonely
(distance stretches on and on)
oh god how wonderful it is
crossing bridges in the mist
Öresund across the Tejo
behind on aggregate away
but Benfica still went through
and we still spent an afternoon
at the Gulbenkian Museum
sharing stories in the shade
oh what a day!
this statement might sound phoney
but i miss you
and i'm lonely
(distance stretches on and on)
i know it gets frustrating
but i really don't mind waiting!
(distance stretches on and on)
i miss you
i'm lonely
(distance stretches on and on)
i look at you and i am confident
that i'd rather look at you
than all the portraits in existence in the world
except possibly O'Hara by Grace Hartigan
(or something else?!?)
i'm not a connoisseur
i'm monolingual and absurd
and i know
this statement might sound phoney
but i miss you
and i'm lonely
(distance stretches on and on)