Well I love the way that she holds herself together, every time
And I love the way that her churlish eyes forever
They seem to search me out
I won't say a word, how could I?
And if we stick to the hand that we drunkenly planned then maybe
Everything will be fine
So let's make our excuses, get off these wet streets
These people, let us put them away
Put them to the back of our minds
I've got patience and I wil try to work this out
And I love the way her smile betrays her anger
It gives her away
And as I watch from the bar at some fool she's acquired
She's laughing, turns and catches my eye
Does me for the rest of the day...