There’s a set of rickety stairs In between my heart and my head and there ain’t much that ever bothers going up them. Here we go at it again. And once it’s started it’s so tricky to stop suddenly reminded of things I thought I’d forgot You’ve got me loosening up my grip on the plot. And It feels like your entrance just caused the temperature to rise. You’d got a look in your eyes as you snuck in the side. And the place I thought I was at hasn’t yet invited me back. The trouble with the chase is it’s so easy to crash. Why colour in the lines if you’re just painting it black? I thought they were kisses but apparently not do you end all your messages with an ‘X marks the spot’? Just let me know when you want your socks knocking off. And It feels like your entrance just caused the temperature to rise. You’d got a look in your eyes as you snuck in the side. Guess there’s nothing like the element of surprise