Lirieke: Morrissey. Kill Uncle. Mute Witness.

Your poor witness, crying so loudly on the floor
Oh, well, she's only trying to tell you what it was that she saw
She is only trying to tell you what it was that she saw

Now see her standing on the table with her small arms flailing
And you feel such compassion in your soul for your mute witness
Still testing the strength of our patience
Oh, well she's only trying to tell you what it was that she saw
She is only trying to tell you what it was that she saw

Now see her pointing to the Frisbee with a memory so fuzzy
And her silent words describing the sight of last night
4 a.m Northside, Clapham Common, oh, God
What was she doing there? Will she sketch the answer later?
Well, I will ask her, "Now dry your tears, my dear"

Now see her mime in time so nicely, it would all have been so clear
If only she had never volunteered, "Your taxi is here, my dear"