Standing naked in the streets of Carlton with your body pressed next to mine

Not high, fascinated by the rain you said you needed some time

I crashed my bike on your street, you said you needed space I took my broken head to your front door

On Sunday we were high again, on Sunday we were in love again

You took me to your favourite bar in your favourite city with your favourite crowd and they were more than a little hostile

We sat under the bridge confessing, confessing

By Sunday we were high again, by Sunday we were in love again

And the nights, the nights were everything

I feel the grass on my neck, I feel everything everything again

Sand on sunburnt skin, I feel everything everything again

By Sunday we were high again, by Sunday we were in love again

By Sunday we were high again, by Sunday we were in love again