Come Round

Twenty-Two years old

Twenty-Three next week

He sits on the tube

Thinking of you

But sitting opposite me

And his fingers are twitching

And I can see his screen

Track five of ‘Tango in the night’

And he’s got it on repeat

It’s the ninth of May

And I’m in that daze

The tube is hot

And he has got

Headphones on from nighty eight

We start to slow down

As he moves his mouth

I catch his gaze,

don’t hear what he says

Cause I’m in my own head now

If I ask politely

Maybe we could switch seats

But what would we talk about?

I hope he doesn’t work in finance

Causes he’s got a certain kind of romance

He’s says ‘Are you free tomorrow by chance?,

Cause if you wanted you could come round’

Come round

Come round

Come round

Can’t tell if he’s from North

Or if he’s from South

Is he coming? Is he going?

He got on at Kentish town

And the ice in my coffee melted

It all got watered down

But is he going home or going out, yeh

That’s the question now

I hope he doesn’t work in finance

Causes he’s got a certain kind of romance

He’s says ‘Are you free tomorrow by chance?

,

Cause if you wanted you could come round’

Come round

Come round

Come round

He finally gets off

My heart starts to drop

He moves on from track five

I think I hear ‘Mystified’

And he catches my eye

For the very first time

Before putting his arm round this girl,

How did I never see her?

I bet he probably works in finance

Far too boring for any romance with me

And even though he might have not asked

If he wanted, he could come round

Come round

Bet he probably works in finance

Far too boring for any romance with me

And even though he might have not asked

If he wanted, he could come round

Come round

Come round

Come round

Come round