Brass Lines - Sodastream

The two of us are guilty, i wrote it on my sleeve

From your marriage bed, were you holding out on me

Though this story might, i never want to see you leave

With these men in lights shouting out to me

'cause i want to be high

Yes i want to be bright

Oh there’s something on my sleeve

Won’t ascribe, won’t abide

By the words that you might keep

And if what you say

'cause it might be true i’ve got to go

Go and find you, i’ll wait for you this time