u got the lights on in the afternoon & the nights r drawn out long & u’r kissing 2 cut through the gloom with a cough drop coloured tongue
& u were sitting in the corner with the coats all piled high & i thought u might be mine in a small world on an exceptionally rainy tuesday night in the right place & time
when the zeros line up on the 24 hour clock when u know who’s calling even though the number is blocked when u walked around ur house wearing my sky blue lacoste & ur knee socks
well u cured my january blues yeah, u made it all alright i got a feeling, i might have lit the very fuse that u were trying not 2 light u were a stranger in my phonebook, iwas acting like i knew ‘cause i had nothing 2 lose when the winter’s in full swing & ur dreams just rn’t coming true ain’t it funny what u’ll do
the late afternoon the ghost in ur room that u always thought didn’t approve of u knocking boots never stopped u letting me get hold of the sweet spot by the scruff of ur knee socks
u & me could have been a team each had a half of a king & queen seat like the beginning of mean streets u could be my baby
all the zeros lined up but the number’s blocked when u’ve come undone