Marmalade Jam on the window sill
and I don't know how it got there.
I've torn these jeans so many times
it feels as though they're not there.

I know that you've been trying,
I know that you've been crying,
But for what reason I'll never know.

He could have spared the heart attack
if he'd just got some fresh air.
You say to me 'lets double back',
'cause it feels we're getting no where.

They've been talking about you at the station -
feeding they're frustrations.
Never let those people drag you down.

They don't have good intentions;
They can feel their redemptions.
The only thing they have going is gone.

Marmalade Jam on the window sill,
still, and going no where.
Don't mend these jeans;
they're split at the seems
I'll just buy a new pair.