Manchester Air - Saint Sister

From the back of your bike I told you I was late

You said I can’t go much faster, I said no not like that

And I knew by your grip that you knew what I meant

Said whatever happens, this is now and it’s heaven

And bearing in mind we were waking up late

And staying up later, my body can’t cope

And bearing in mind we are so good together

At least that’s what our friends say

Well what do you think?

And all of a sudden we tear on to Broadstone

And you’re taking bets on the foosball queen

Well I’ll always beat you as long as we’re sober

So come on get me drunk win back some of your money

Oh I love you honey, this is now and it’s heaven

The night felt so light in the Manchester Air

And I know I am angry most of the time

But whatever happened to dinner in Cabra?

Roll me up, sit me down, I’m the talk of the town