Roots Manuva
Upset Boulevard
You walked back into my life
Not innocent but holy
We didn't have to fall in love
We could have climbed down slowly
Can you feel the streets below us?
It's a sick, sick town
And girl, what goes up
Must come down
Don't wait for me
(Up up up up upset boulevard)
Don't wait for me
(Up up up up upset boulevard)
Don't wait for me
(Up up up up upset boulevard)
Don't wait up I won't be home
True romantics sleep alone
I changed my clocks to your time
And I let the jet lag set in
I know you feel uncomfortable
In clothes you haven't slept in
But they meant it when they said it
It's a sick, sick town
And girl, what grows up
Must come down
Are you down for tonight?
Down for whatever
Like nothing can break your heart
Is it him that you want
Or me that you want?
Make up your mind
I don't have time for this
You're still up, I'm impressed
You're a mess, oh
Don't wait up, I won't be home
True romantics sleep alone
Wait for me, don't wait for me
(Up up up up upset boulevard)
I won't wait for you
(Up up up up upset boulevard)
Don't wait up, I won't be home
True romantics sleep alone
Rewind your favourite songs
Remind yourself how it went wrong
Discuss the good times with your friends
You'll never be nineteen again
Remember them for how they were
You'd kneel down and worship her
But now you barely recognise
Those cold and undead hollow eyes
Warning, warning
This is a musical emergency
Piracy is a crime
Home taping is killing music
Keep it legal, enjoy it while it lasts