Fashionably late on a Saturday night

You text me

I should probably check in for my flight

Don't know my way round this city

Especially in the low light

Don't know what it is about you

On my mind since the springtime

You're sat on the bridge

Now I'm unfashionably late

On the phone to your friend

I guess I'll have to wait

Someone said something bout Rome

Not being built in a day

But London's moving so fast

I'm caught in the rat race

I liked you better before you were a ghost

Said I'll see you later

Then disappeared in a cloud of smoke

That when you know you know feeling

But suddenly its fleeting

The rugs pulled from under your feet

Had 15 minutes of fame

Inside my brain

Guess you weren't who I thought that you'd be

I can't put my finger on it still

So I turn inwards found something I tried to fill

Painted a picture thought that I had it erased

But in the kitchen last time round

You could see it in my face

I liked you better before you were a ghost

Said I'll see you later

Then disappeared in a cloud of smoke

That when you know you know feeling

But suddenly its fleeting

The rugs pulled from under your feet

Had 15 minutes of fame

Inside my brain

Guess you weren't who I thought that you'd be

You still haunt me

In the city in the low light

You still haunt me

In the city in the low light

You still haunt me

Fashionably late on a Saturday night one week later in my head

I'm wondering if you're alright