Walk into the kitchen
Table looming large,
Candles lined up neatly
Ready, set to charge,
Stumble to the kettle
Try to fill it up,
Mugs are at attention
Next to the ketchup.

And it's half past four
When you hit the floor,
Guess this is where the evening ends,
No last dance for you, my friend,
And your wake up call
Is a real pitfall,
Spiderman flies past my head,
Is this it? Are we both dead?

As I pour the coffee
Another flame goes out,
Mugs are disarrayed now
I'm missing with the spout,
Spoon is in the sugar
But it don't want to play,
Fucking stuff's all over
Some's in the ashtray.

And it's half past four
As you hit the floor,
Guess this is where the evening ends
No last dance for you, my friend,
Spiderman climbs
Up the kitchen blinds,
Who the fuck gave him a key?
Why's he here annoying me?

Over to the table
Pulling out a chair,
Trying not to spill it
Onto your sweet hair,
Another candle hisses
Comes as no surprise,
Army getting smaller
Fear is in their eyes.

And at half past four
When you hit the floor,
Knew that this was at the evenings end
No last dance for us my friend,
Dawn is breaking in across the sky,
We're still fucked, we're still high,
Spiderman is laughing from his place on the wall,
He's the last thing I see as I start to fall......