[ Featuring The Last Drinks ]
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
