Honourable Love from Micronations by Andrew Howie

I can hear you talking at the table through the wall
Exchanging heated opinions from the cradle to the fall
I twist my body round I put my hand over my ear
I dream of being the hero in the hope you disappear

It's not an honourable love

I've kept the baby but the bathwater's running down the hole
But no-one's picking up the child, it just lies there growing cold
Getting bluer by the moment, getting clammy to the touch
I dream of simpler times and definitions of a crutch

It's not an honourable love (I don't want to be alone anymore)
It's not an honourable love (I don't want to be alone anymore)
It's not an honourable love (I don't want to be alone anymore)

I keep getting told that this chapter is coming to an end
But I'll be good-god-damned if I have start all this again
There's got to be another exit, a signpost I've not seen
You're not making progress if you keep going back to where you've been

It's not an honourable love (I don't want to be alone anymore)
It's not an honourable love (I don't want to be alone anymore)
It's not an honourable love (I don't want to be alone anymore)
It's not an honourable love (I don't want to be alone anymore)
It's not an honourable love

• Alternative
• Scotland
• singer-songwriter
• United Kingdom