Grey Sky Thinking

You never want to see another grey sky again Got the number of a man From the friend of a brother of a friend Spend your life behind the bars Of magaluf or ibiza But you never want to see another grey sky again Bag full of clothes Right Between your legs And You're Looking for an exit Ever since the disco Butterflies, butterflies Dancing in a frenzy Past the scruffy bungalows And the pretty little new build Cherryfield or something It's a vicious circle Living here A cul de sac of the mind You never want to see another grey sky again Got the number of a man From the friend of a brother of a friend Spend your life behind the bars Of magaluf or ibiza But you never want to see another grey sky again Kids are sticking tongues out Drunken bastards kick and shout And someone got stabbed In the gay bus shelter Adam crashed his car again So now it's every weekend Boring on the sofa Nothing you could tell him Could make it disappear And you can't get the words out anyway Jealous of the girls On the plane right now Fly away fly away Brush your teeth To lose the taste One last time It might just work You never want to see another grey sky again You never want to see another grey sky again You never want to see another grey sky again You never want to see another grey sky again