Sinking Lovers Live, BBC John Peel Sunday Concert, 4th January 1970

This one's the Song for Sinking Lovers. That perfume in the air is like the one She'd wear. And her hair, it always took time to prepare. My watch, it brings of late to me the Times I'd wait. By the gate, her wait for work did indicate. Usually I'd think of things when a cold hard Phone inside me rings. Just in time I can pull the blind and Shut it from my mind. This cigarette I smoke reminds me of a joke. That we spoke on mornings that we'd first awoke. My walk upon the grass right now, It brings to pass. When she'd ask of everything we'd got the best. Usually I'd think of things when a cold hard Bell inside me rings. Just in time I can pull the blind and Shut it from my mind. This cigarette I smoke, well, it reminds me of A joke. That we spoke on mornings that we'd first awoke. My walk upon the grass right now, It brings to pass. When she'd ask of everything we'd forgot would last. Usually, I think of things when a cold hard Bell inside me rings. Just in time I can pull the blind and Shut it from my mind. Usually, well, I think of things when a cold Hard bell inside me rings. Just in time I can pull the blind shut It, Shut it out, Shut it out from, Shut it out from my mind. And that was the Song for Sinking Lovers. Uh, before you go, I think it would be Nice if you gave a round of applause to The people who are basically the unsung heroes of Every live gig that every group do, And we might as well use The Family's roadies As representatives. So how about giving a round of Applause for the roadies? 'Cause they do a very good job. Not, Not too much, otherwise they'll be after a raise And embarrassing things like that