Текст песни Pulp - Farmers Market

That was a good year
The one when we still believed
Despite all evidence pointing to the contrary
I had nothing, I had nothing to base this love upon
Nothing but a feeling way down at the base of my spine
That's got nothing at all to do with my mind
No

Just a feeling
Just a feeling

Now I stalk the labyrinth of my own myth
Searching for clues with this fading glo-stick
But I've found nothing, I found nothing to base my life upon
Nothing but this feeling way down at the base of my spine
That's got nothing at all to do with my mind
No

There was no coat-check
So we wore our dreams out on the dance floor
We danced so hard, got so hot that they fused to us all
We thought that we were just joking, trying dreams on for size
We never realised we'd be stuck with them
For the rest of our natural lives

(Summoned from the dark under the most extraordinary circumstances)

That's when I saw you, babe
In the car park of the Farmers Market backlit by the sunset
Or maybe the fires marking the end of the world
I stammered some pleasantries as I walked back to the car
And then I thought, "Hold on!
Are these groceries really that important?
More important than getting your number
And finding out who you actually are?"
And you made it easy on me, babe
You smiled and I could see that life had got to you too
It was nothing serious, just a flesh wound
Still working on the dream
And I said, "Hey babe, ain't it time we started living?"
Ain't it time we started living?
Ain't it time we started living?
Ain't it time we started living?
In a car park?
But then the future broke through
And I knew that I was right

Ain't it time we started feeling?
Ain't it time we started feeling?
Ain't it time we started feeling?