Mahala

Well it could be the drugs

And it could be the fact that I fucking love you right now

Bullshit disappeared, you’re talking demons, I’m all ears

And I fucking love you right now

As you suck on a lollipop, wearing a top that you said was waitress chic

Like an Australian 50’s diner queen

And you sit there and radiate strength and humour and looking great

And I fucking love you right now

And you tell me you’ve been running

For too long now

And maybe it’s time to go home

And I tell you I’m all alone

For really the first time

And I just made a new best friend

and I don’t want this right now to end

And I won’t know which bits were pretend tomorrow

And this city’s big and the lights are huge

And I’ve had this peek inside of you

And I refuse to feel blue about all this because

About all this because

So hang up the phone with a buzzing in your chest

Don’t know how I feel about all this yet

So turn up the stereo and off with the light

Let’s dance an answer through the night

‘Cause it could be the drugs

But I can’t stop thinking about you

And waitress chic and words on cue

And night-time turning into blue

And I fucking love you right now

And you tell me you’ve been running

For too long now

And maybe it’s time to go home

And I tell you I’m all alone

For really the first time

All alone for really the first time

And I just made a new best friend

and I don’t want this right now to end

And I won’t know which bits were pretend tomorrow

And this city’s big and the lights are huge

And I’ve had this peek inside of you

And I refuse to feel blue about all this because

About all this because