Love lie famous
I can't let suburbia tame us
Stay awake and talk to me
Let's light a candle
And turn off the TV
Last night I had a bad dream
A lorry ran over me
I was still alive but I couldn't breathe
My eyes were open but I couldn't see
Just making sure
Just making sure
That we'll still be ok
Just making sure
Just making sure
That we'll still be ok
In a not quite perfect kind of way
An existential slow burner
A high achieving low earner
All you need is sex
Your lovers sink like ship wrecks
You don't need to be needed
It doesn't matter what we did
Just making sure
Just making sure
That we'll still be ok
Just making sure
Just making sure
That we'll still be ok
In a not quite perfect kind of way
Just making sure
Just making sure
That we'll still be ok
Just making sure
Just making sure
That we'll still be ok
In a not quite perfect kind of way