She likes getting three pints deep In the middle of the week Listen to some guy singing covers Of songs you knew when you were young
Heads home feeling pretty boozy She may have had a few pints more Takes the train back to the suburbs Leaving the city at the door
She dreams of big things in the night Hopes that one day they will see the morning light Dare dream of big things in the night Got to get them some day
He likes easy conversation Likes saying hi but for only second Wears elusive like his only weapon Chats to his mate, dont say it don't say it
He bumps into someone he used to know Marvel at how well their hairs grown Say catch you around Then see them at the bar for every round
I miss my friends Till the bitter end Of a pint Wish we could sit here all night I miss my friends Till the bitter end Of a pint Wish we could sit here all night
Just want to go out with my friends Just want to go out with my friends Just want to go out with my friends Just want to go out with my friends
Instead I'm dreaming Of something else Instead I'm dreaming Of something elseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
