The first time I wrote you a letter,
Was on the back of a cheaply made newsletter
The words were well spaced and well weathered,
We were number one in a sweater
We were caught out bathing
In our winter clothes it was raining
Our faces flushed, our bodies shivered
Wet clothes were never considered
You should be my
Number One
Take some time off
Number One
Two hour train trip
Number One
We never stayed here
Number One
The next time was warmer outside
Cling tightly to a pair of neon signs
A reflection in the back of a table
We were willing and God were we able
We were tired and useless
But reinvigorated in our trainers
Holes picked with nervous tension
Parents names never given a mention
You should be my
Number One
Take some time off
Number One
Two hour train trip
Number One
We never stayed here
Number One
You should be my
Number One
Take some time off
Number One
Two hour train trip
Number One
We never stay here
Number One