Downstairs they lose their mind
Upstairs we're doing fine
Inside of your eyes shines the color green just like... just like mine
We hide the scent of cigarettes with vanilla candles
It's getting cold inside I guess, at least it doesn't smell like Camel
I set my expectations too high
Now I'm just waiting for time to fly by
Going downstairs just doesn't feel right
I feel like I might die
'Cause there's a man at the door who wants a couple of bottles
Walks into the garden, gives someone a cuddle
They're smashing with the doors and acting like they're horses
And I'm hanging out the window
There's a man at the door who wants a couple of bottles
Walks into the garden, gives someone a cuddle
They're smashing with the doors and acting like they're horses
And I'm hanging out the window
(I'm hanging, I'm hanging, I'm hanging out the window, I'm hanging out the window)
Upstairs they've lost their spine
Right here we're doing fine
Crossing every single line
Three bottles full of wine
Instead we're getting by, smoking cigarettes outside
We hide the scent of cigarettes with vanilla candles
It's getting cold inside I guess, at least it doesn't smell like Camel
I set my expectations too high
Now I'm just waiting for time to fly by
Going downstairs just doesn't feel right
I feel like I might die
'Cause there's a man at the door who wants a couple of bottles
Walks into the garden, gives someone a cuddle
They're smashing with the doors and acting like they're horses
And I'm hanging out the window
There's a man at the door who wants a couple of bottles
Walks into the garden, gives someone a cuddle
They're smashing with the doors and acting like they're horses
And I'm hanging out the window
I'm hanging out the window!
I'm hanging out the window!
I'm hanging out the window!
I'm hanging out the window!
After Eight - Hanging Out The Window Lyrics
After Eight - Hanging Out The Window Lyrics
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Downstairs they lose their mind
Upstairs we're doing fine
Inside of your eyes shines the color green just like... just like mine
We hide the scent of cigarettes with vanilla candles
It's getting cold inside I guess, at least it doesn't smell like Camel
I set my expectations too high
Now I'm just waiting for time to fly by
Going downstairs just doesn't feel right
I feel like I might die
'Cause there's a man at the door who wants a couple of bottles
Walks into the garden, gives someone a cuddle
They're smashing with the doors and acting like they're horses
And I'm hanging out the window
There's a man at the door who wants a couple of bottles
Walks into the garden, gives someone a cuddle
They're smashing with the doors and acting like they're horses
And I'm hanging out the window
(I'm hanging, I'm hanging, I'm hanging out the window, I'm hanging out the window)
Upstairs they've lost their spine
Right here we're doing fine
Crossing every single line
Three bottles full of wine
Instead we're getting by, smoking cigarettes outside
We hide the scent of cigarettes with vanilla candles
It's getting cold inside I guess, at least it doesn't smell like Camel
I set my expectations too high
Now I'm just waiting for time to fly by
Going downstairs just doesn't feel right
I feel like I might die
'Cause there's a man at the door who wants a couple of bottles
Walks into the garden, gives someone a cuddle
They're smashing with the doors and acting like they're horses
And I'm hanging out the window
There's a man at the door who wants a couple of bottles
Walks into the garden, gives someone a cuddle
They're smashing with the doors and acting like they're horses
And I'm hanging out the window
I'm hanging out the window!
I'm hanging out the window!
I'm hanging out the window!
I'm hanging out the window!
Upstairs we're doing fine
Inside of your eyes shines the color green just like... just like mine
We hide the scent of cigarettes with vanilla candles
It's getting cold inside I guess, at least it doesn't smell like Camel
I set my expectations too high
Now I'm just waiting for time to fly by
Going downstairs just doesn't feel right
I feel like I might die
'Cause there's a man at the door who wants a couple of bottles
Walks into the garden, gives someone a cuddle
They're smashing with the doors and acting like they're horses
And I'm hanging out the window
There's a man at the door who wants a couple of bottles
Walks into the garden, gives someone a cuddle
They're smashing with the doors and acting like they're horses
And I'm hanging out the window
(I'm hanging, I'm hanging, I'm hanging out the window, I'm hanging out the window)
Upstairs they've lost their spine
Right here we're doing fine
Crossing every single line
Three bottles full of wine
Instead we're getting by, smoking cigarettes outside
We hide the scent of cigarettes with vanilla candles
It's getting cold inside I guess, at least it doesn't smell like Camel
I set my expectations too high
Now I'm just waiting for time to fly by
Going downstairs just doesn't feel right
I feel like I might die
'Cause there's a man at the door who wants a couple of bottles
Walks into the garden, gives someone a cuddle
They're smashing with the doors and acting like they're horses
And I'm hanging out the window
There's a man at the door who wants a couple of bottles
Walks into the garden, gives someone a cuddle
They're smashing with the doors and acting like they're horses
And I'm hanging out the window
I'm hanging out the window!
I'm hanging out the window!
I'm hanging out the window!
I'm hanging out the window!
Writer: Naomi Weterings, Joram van Noort
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: After Eight
Language: English
Length: 3:57
Written by: Naomi Weterings, Joram van Noort