u got the lights on in the afternoon
& the nights r drawn out long
& u’r kissing 2 cut through the gloom
with a cough drop coloured tongue

& u were sitting in the corner with the coats all piled high
& i thought u might be mine
in a small world on an exceptionally rainy tuesday night
in the right place & time

when the zeros line up on the 24 hour clock
when u know who’s calling even though the number is blocked
when u walked around ur house wearing my sky blue lacoste
& ur knee socks

well u cured my january blues
yeah, u made it all alright
i got a feeling, i might have lit the very fuse
that u were trying not 2 light
u were a stranger in my phonebook, iwas acting like i knew
‘cause i had nothing 2 lose
when the winter’s in full swing & ur dreams just [bad word] [bad word] ain’t it funny what u’ll do

the late afternoon
the ghost in ur room that u always thought didn’t approve of u knocking boots
never stopped u letting me get hold of the sweet spot by the [bad word] of ur
knee socks

u & me could have been a team
each had a half of a king & queen seat
like the beginning of mean streets
u could be my baby

all the zeros 
lined up 
but the number’s blocked 
when [bad word] undone