And maybe she'd have tried if he'd have gone and asked her a lot nicer
So pour the pint and weaponise her
'Cause our tongues paint a pretty picture
When you mix lager with your cider
And in the morning when she wakes up
She'll wipe her face and do her make up
'Cause your big mouth has struck again, mush
So clean the slate and dry your eyes, love
Playing my rhythms
Under the deep black stars
Under the covers
Touching each other's hearts
And I know we tried but
Why did it get so hard?
You're like a road trip
You take it way too far
(Too far, too far)
Maybe she'd understand if he'd have put it to her a lot nicer
Soprano C, we take it higher
'Cause when the motor meets his maker
The bullet's already been fired
History written by paper
Is not a taste that I can savour
The same ideals in different flavours
Haven't got the time, I'll do it later
Playing my rhythms
Under the deep black stars
Under the covers
Touching each other's hearts
And I know we tried but
Why did it get so hard?
You're like a road trip
You take it way too far
Too far, too far
Too far, oh oh oh oh oh oh