m i in a scene from A Midsummer Night’s Dream?
I thought raves like these died in the nineties
The forest is breathing along with us tonight
Upper class thugs take middle class drugs
And we all get lowered inside
This is not my scene I should not be here tonight

Laura, Laura, Laura
You could get me home tonight

Trance music bangs a comical dance of cardboard boxes and fish
We’re the fairies from hell and we’re all on a death wish
This is not my scene, this is killing me
I don’t wanna be here tonight
And the girl who can save me is well across the Pennines

Laura, Laura, Laura
Get me home tonight

Laura, Laura, Laura
You could get me home tonight

I should have known you didn't have the time my dear
To let this twenty-something bring you down with his list of fears
I'd like to think we had some fun times though
It's just my inability to think outside the box I know

She was signed, sealed and lost in the post,
Gone where all the letters we write to Santa go
(We write to Santa Go!)

I could see your interest wane my dear
She wanted ‘Mary Poppins’ and I took her to ‘King Lear’
Yeah we've had some spills shall I say
And I thought you were going to leave, but not that you'd evaporate

She was signed, sealed and lost in the post,
Gone where all the letters we write to Santa go
(We write to Santa Go!)

Please go to Santa, go to Santa, go go go....... (repeat)

She was signed, sealed and lost in the post,
Gone where all the letters we write to Santa go
(Go to Santa Go!)

I’d say that this is the darkest song I ever wrote
No hint of a smile or the usual quirky anecdotes
No this is a song about someone new what not to say what not to do
So now I just think I’ll be honest

I hope that no one ever leaves
Cause I don’t want to be alone with me
Not with the things that rush up and down this infant spine
Here comes the love anxiety
Can’t let it grab a hold of me
Not like the last time

Why’d you have to wear skirts and heels like that?
She’s blinding anyway but now she’s floodlighting up the match
It’s twenty minutes ‘till showtime but the backstage is the stage tonight
So now I just think I’ll be honest

I hope that no one ever leaves
Cause I don’t wanna be alone with me
Not with the things that rush up and down this infant spine
Here comes the love anxiety
Can’t let it grab a hold of me
Not like the last time

Here comes the love anxiety
It’s going to grab a hold of me
Just like the last time

I think the postman intercepts everything I try and send to you
Cos he’s infatuated and he’s the fulcrum between us two
And I can’t say I blame him ‘cos I’d cheat a priest just to get to you

She works in a dental practise 9 till 5 how does she manage?
Considering her nights don’t pass out till 3
So I guess that flossing is the last thing in her health routine

And I don’t mind that she gets hammered and goes home with other guys
There’s no jealousy
‘Cos she’s Little Miss Pipedream fantasy

I saw her slam back tequilas like Oliver Reed on an Irish stag do
And I’ll wait if you stay ‘cos foggy London town’s not built for me or you
Don’t leave Miss Pipedream ‘cos I love you

And I don’t mind that she gets hammered and goes home with other guys
There’s no jealousy that she’ll grind it out with friends but not with me
She’s my Little Pipedream fantasy