I Started Something I Couldn't Finish lyrics

The lanes were silent

There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles

I doused our friendly venture

With a hard faced

Three word gesture

I started something

I forced you to a zone

And you were clearly

Never meant to go

Hair brushed and parted

Typical me, typical me

I started something and now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the guilded beams

That's what tradition means

And I doused another venture

With a gesture that was absolutely vile

I started something

I forced you to a zone

And you were clearly

Never meant to go

Hair brushed and parted

Typical me, typical me

I started something and now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the guilded beams

That's what tradition means

And now eighteen months' hard labour seems fair enough

I started something

And I forced you to a zone

And you were clearly

Never meant to go

Hair brushed and parted

Typical me, typical me

I started something and now I'm not too sure