Words by Steven Page & Ed Robertson
Music by Jim Creeggan & Ed Robertson
I concede that you were right about this place.
I can make a perfect likeness of your body if I trace.
I can hold you until you turn out the light
and I can't see
Do you believe that we are all innately good
Do you think that you would love me until tomorrow if you could
Would you please turn down the radio
so we can speak
I put my hands around your neck and you wrap your arms around me.
Put my hands around your neck and you wrap your arms around me.
I put my hands around your neck and you wrap your arms around me.
I regret every time I raised my voice
And it wouldn't be that bright of me to say I had no choice.
I can kiss your eyes your hair your neck
until we forget
I concede that you were right about this place.
I can make a perfect likeness of your body if I trace.
I can hold you until we turn out the light,
and I can't see
I can't see.