New Heights

Cold Saturday nights and borrowed jackets

Fishnet tights and love songs

Scribbled on the back of empty cigarette packets

Struggling to remember just quite what it was you said

There's fuck all on the telly so I'm watching you instead

You should've come last night

Instead of sitting in your slippers under candle light

We were reaching new heights

Ah but you were just sitting in your slippers under candle light

Tonight is tainted by the faded blue of denim jeans

Bin bags filled with paper plates

And our self esteems

Too cool to dance too cool to smile in photographs

And our jokes aren't funny it's the alcohol that makes us laugh

You should've come last night

Instead of sitting in your slippers under candle light

We were reaching new heights

Ah but you were just sitting in your slippers under candle light

You should've come last night

Instead of sitting in your slippers under candle light

We were reaching new heights

Ah but you were just sitting in your slippers under candle light