Roller Disco Dreams

We shared a bed but never touched Next time we compensated in a rush We're showing no signs of fatigue I've got a friend to act as a go-between There's a distant drawl to your delivery You deliver me. And when I'm dry you resuscitate me You resuscitate me. This bed's too tight Stepped upon your records in the night. Put on your favourite skirt I've got a plan that will never work. This isn't the first time but it still feels innocent I just want to kiss you. There won't be a time when my mind strays to you No, I'm not going to miss you. Under fireworks in Brixton Two carousel hearts spinning If it's a grower Why can't we take things slower? She dreams of the roller disco A head full of curls on the pillow If it's a grower Then why can't we take things slower? I don't know if you made it But you accommodated me When my mind was elsewhere. Out on deck the dawn arrived. In your grey sweater, oversized. The rooftops glimmered for our eyes... Under fireworks in Brixton Two carousel hearts spinning If it's a grower Why can't we take things slower? She dreams of the roller disco A head full of curls on the pillow If it's a grower Then why can't we take things slower? We were straying At the lock-in, after hours If it's a grower Why can't we take things slower?