Manchester Air

From the back of your bike I told you I was late You said I can't go much faster I said no not like that Then I knew by your grip That you knew what I meant Said whatever happens This is now and it's heaven And bearing in mind we were waking up late And staying up later my body can't cope And bearing in mind we are so good together Least that's what our friends say Well what do you think And all of a sudden we tear onto Broadstone And you're taking bets on the foosball queen Well I'll always beat you as long as we're sober So come on get me drunk win back some of your money Oh I love you honey This is now and it's heaven The night felt so light in the Manchester air And I know I am angry most of the time But whatever happened to dinner in Cabra Roll me up Sit me down I'm the talk Of the town