Between buildings and yell downs
And drinks that we pour down the sink

The futile attempts to try and monitor our drink in the morning
You look so exhausted already
The fear of "Am I to blame?"
Please don’t say I'm to blame

If you need a little longer I will just wash up
And wait for the next bakerloo, take the two stops with you
You fidget, light itching, the sheets barely hold us in
Such a long list, can it squeeze in with us?
Can it squeeze in with us?

The lightness the darkness, the greys in between
On the third floor you dropped thoughts in sofa seams
And I wonder what left you and found me like this

The lightness the darkness
The greys in between
On the top floor you pulled me
Right at my seams

What would have left you, you’ll find me up here