"Curveballs" lyrics - THE WOMBATS

THE WOMBATS
"Curveballs"
(Matthew "Murph" Murphy)

There's no greater sight
Than you in your underwear removing mine
And I've never felt this good
There's not a news flash that could deflate my mood
Then

[Pre-Chorus 1:]
Oh, his clothes on your floor
Oh, I recognise this decor
I've been here before

[Chorus 1:]
And I can't, I can't keep-keeping up with these curveballs
And the more I try, the more my back's against the wall
And I can't, I can't keep-keeping up with these curveballs
Curveballs

Who, when, why, how?
I tend to focus on the past and not the now
I'll be over this soon
But some images adhere like superglue, like...

[Pre-Chorus 2:]
Oh, six hands in one bed
Oh, could he not afford the rent?
This feeling won't end

[Chorus 1:]
And I can't, I can't keep-keeping up with these curveballs
And the more I try, the more my back's against the wall
And I can't, I can't keep-keeping up with these curveballs
Curveballs

[Bridge:]
What do you expect me to say?
When the paintings I paint start to leap out their frames
Sweetheart, what do you want me to say?

[Chorus 2:]
And I can't, I can't keep-keeping up with these curveballs
And the more I dodge, the more my back's against the wall
And I can't, I can't keep-keeping up with these curveballs
Curveballs