Attic Room

A loose connection
A couple medicated conversations
When in the backseat of the taxi
And you put your head on my chest
You leaned in close
Put some numbers in phone
And whispered something unintelligent

But is it too soon
To lead me up to your attic room

And it's just like you'd expect
Photographs of you smiling
And the fairy lights
They lit up your eyes
But I can see it ain't getting better yet

I met your brothers
And they seem good enough to you
We would dance around the kitchen
You got dreams, well I got jumpers you can lose

But is it too soon
To lead me up to your attic room

And it's just like you'd expect
Photographs of you smiling
And the fairy lights
They lit up your eyes
But I can see it ain't getting better yet

And all those nights

You were all I'd ever dreamed of
Girl you make my heart ache
Wishing that your cold feet
Lead you straight to my street
Meet me at the front gate
Creep into my bed sheets
Right into my best dreams
Keep them in the top drawer
Right beside the memories

Kissing in the backseat
Tearing down the coast road
Rolling down the window
And singing out to Springsteen
Call me from some payphone
To set out all your reasons for leaving
But believe me darling
I don't want to know