Friday 5 September 2008

Lyrics: Looking Out

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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