As he looks out across the room She knows he can see her standing there With all the substances consumed He senses it's his time for chancing her So he walks over and swears "Lady, if you let me take your hand I promise you I'll never let go" She's open to agree with one demand Tonight she wants to see the space show
So then he starts to roll another cigarette But he's too fucked to stick it And slurs, "Girl if it's the stars you want Then I've just the ticket" Pulls her a biscuit out of the pack And then they join at the hand and run out of the back Go to places they've not been See all the things that they wish they'd seen
And pirouette all over town like a couple of misfit lovers Share a bottle of wine and a fire with a couple of homeless brothers Throw their hats at all the buskers as they burst into the night And hop and skip and tip right up 'til the pale red morning light
And pirouette all over town like a couple of misfit lovers Share a bottle of wine and a fire with a couple of homeless brothers Throw their hats at all the buskers as they burst into the night And hop and skip and tip right up 'til the pale red morning light
Nine in the morning comes around The high starts to go the other way The soles of their shoes can't leave the ground They're both running out of things to say It's time to call it a day Starting to feel like old spare parts An Uber to get them out of there Is this the ending of the start? Or is it just a one night love affair?
Compositores: Timothy John Cunningham (Timothy Cunningham), Daniel Stephen Murphy (Daniel Murphy), Jamie Mark Webster (Jamie Webster), James Richard Sharrock ECAD: Obra #41959212