New Heights

Cold Saturday nights and borrowed jackets
Fishnet tights and love songs
Scribbled on the back of empty cigarette packets
Struggling to remember just quite what it was you said
There's fuck all on the telly so I'm watching you instead

You should've come last night
Instead of sitting in your slippers under candle light
We were reaching new heights
Ah but you were just sitting in your slippers under candle light

Tonight is tainted by the faded blue of denim jeans
Bin bags filled with paper plates
And our self esteems
Too cool to dance too cool to smile in photographs
And our jokes aren't funny it's the alcohol that makes us laugh

You should've come last night
Instead of sitting in your slippers under candle light
We were reaching new heights
Ah but you were just sitting in your slippers under candle light

You should've come last night
Instead of sitting in your slippers under candle light
We were reaching new heights
Ah but you were just sitting in your slippers under candle light