( Miles Hunt )



It was warm when we met

She said 'boy you'd regret it 

Should you ever leave my side'



It was cold when I split 

My heart had turned to shit

And I was having 'that' trouble with my mind



I said 'girl I'll call you tomorrow'

She said 'yeah, you & Benecio del Toro'



But you're such a lucky girl

To have been a part of my sick world 

And I leave with no sickness or sorrow



But ooohhh if I ever missed a beat it was yours

ooohhh if I ever missed a beat it was yours

You're four to the floor



Well I thought if I stayed then

We'd both get waylaid

And our hearts & hopes would swallow us whole



Yeah they may mock & joke

But they could never call us nervous folk

Not for the way we chose go on



Cos girl we could beg, steal & borrow

And drink like our legs have gone hollow



And I'm such a lucky man

To've been the one to understand

I leave with no sickness or sorrow