Broken in the night time
Feeling like it's the right time
Glass of ice
With a little gin
You know me
You know where I've been
You bite your lip
And you fix my gaze
You draw me in
With your honest ways
But that's alright
Broken sense of meaning
You know how I'm feeling
Cigarette
On the window sill
It's getting light
But you're dancing still
Ease out
Of your night gown
What a nice way
To be coming down
It never was
Probably never will
I think we both know
Go to bed
And shut the door
I'll take the sofa
And we won't speak no more