We’re going out, we’re buying beer, until the bartender won’t let us anymore
We’ll sleep on the floor, but we’ll look up, we’ll look up
Then we’ll go out and find a job so our landlord doesn’t nail us to the door, and look under the floor... We'll look up, just look up...
When there's no-one left to impress... When the girl's gone home... All you wanna do is roam...
I’ll come to you, so don’t you move, I don’t want you to come back from the beach, to keep me company
I’ll just look out, I’ll look out.
Through the week, the news I read, gets bad and badder still, the more I make it up, I get more and more stuck,
I’ll just look out, I’ll look out.
When there's no-one left to impress... When the girl's gone home... All you wanna do is roam...
I write a word on a line, then I fold and fold and fold until it fits, in the creases of your lips, looking out, looking out
I’ll take a shower or a bath or maybe shower and then bath then shower, bath
Behind protective glass…
Looking out, looking out…
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