The kitchen door slammed shut
I want to go after you but
How can you walk in, walk past
And begin your plans for the night so fast?

I thought we might have a night in instead
Bottle of red to bed
Obviously not, its ok i'll let you off
You only forgot

No hand on my knee, no fingers in my hair
If i wasn't the optimist id say that you dont care

But that isn't true feelings contract
Serial killer eye contact

Have you seen her piercing blues
Have you seen her piercing blues

One rule for you is just another to bend
Tell me when the pantomine will end

You dont think about my feelings
I should be sat here, i should be reeling
How can i stay mad at you
Where do you go when the stars go blue?

No hand on my knee, no fingers in my hair
If i wasnt the optimist id say that you dont care

But that isnt true feelings contract
Serial killer eye contact

Have you seen her piercing blues?
Have you seen her?
Have you seen her?