The Beautiful South A Little Time

I need a little time To think it over I need a little space Just on my own I need a little time To find my freedom I need a Funny how quick the milk turns sour Isnt it, isnt it Your face has been looking like that for hours Hasnt it, hasnt it Promises, promises turn to dust Wedding bells just turn to rust Trust into mistrust I need a little room To find myself I need a little space To work it out I need a little room All alone I need a You need a little room for your big head Dont you