(difford/tilbrook) Donkey talk I can hear the donkey talk Words chained out in a line Loads of reason not much rhyme Finger drumming beats behind Donkey talk most of the time The conversation peters out So you stare down at your shoes There's not much more to talk about When the silence is confused Then our eyes suddenly meet And we choose to look away That's just where we are today There's no sense in hanging round But we stand there all the same You find a verb i pluck a noun As the patience starts to strain Then our words suddenly clash As if there's so much to say That's just where we are today We used to stay up all night With our eyes all bloodshot and wonky We would hold each other tight And talk the back legs off a donkey But now i'm wearing its hat We can't even laugh at that