Someone Else's Bell 
    (Difford/Tilbrook) 
      We talk about each other  
      On our wrap around couch,  
      And live out all the romance  
      In our little town house.  
      I never fit the shower  
      And she never sews the threads,  
      And so we find our feelings  
      In other people's beds.  

      And if the grass seems greener,  
      But it turns out to be blue  
      The garden of Eden isn't quite the place for you.  
      Don't be surprised if I'm gone under the spell,  
      Of some other witches' wand  
      Ringing someone else's bell.  

      Meeting on the motorway  
      Your lover boy blue,  
      Steaming up the windows  
      With your last breath of youth.  
      Don't you think I see it  
      Your handbag's full of notes,  
      I'm feeling like the punch line  
      In someone's private joke.  

      Our eyes don't seem to contact  
      Never much to say,  
      Except perhaps excuse me  
      Or pass me the ashtray.  
      I see him waiting for you  
      As you go off to work,  
      I'm left to draw conclusions  
      While I button up my shirt.


  • Chords
  • FROM THE ALBUM: East Side Story.
  • "A chugging boogie number turned down by Cliff Richard because it deals with negative emotions" (6 of 1).