Books (Live)

I have a pot full of coins
And above it hangs a picture of a brother and a sister
There's been a wedding
There's been a door watched
And a stench of wicker bodies leaves a dead smell of another winter
No, no
I don't want to be bound up like books
I don't want to be sat on a man of a vase
Hey, bound up like books
I don't want to be a picture frame
In a house full of things
Some of which they hadn't seen
Since they bought the southern things in 1980 something
If only their place had a little more space
And a little less waste
That'd be them something
If only their house like doors in a book
If only their covers did look like motherhoods
I don't want to be bound up like books
I don't want to be sat on a man of a vase
Hey, bound up like books
I don't want to be a picture frame
No book in this house went unread
No cupboard, no plate
And in this house absolutely everything seems out of place
Out of place
(Don't want to be) And there are
Pictures on walls (bound up like books)
To hide defaults
(Don't want to be) And there are pictures on walls
And I think they all talk (bound up like books)
To me, to me (I don't want to be)
That I hide (bound up like books)
I have a pot full of coins (I don't want to be)
And above it hangs a picture of a brother
And a sister (bound up like books)
There's been a wedding (I don't want to be)
There's been a door watched
(Don't want to be) And a stench of wicker bodies leaves
A dead smell of another winter (bound up like books)
(I don't want to be bound up like books)