| All the hustler's are in bed - sleepyheads | |
| As we flit above the rooftops of their homes - lazy Bones | |
| If i could keep you hidden from everyone - i would | |
| But they'll soon be dreaming of you | |
| Sky-high most times that im with you | |
| And if i hand you every hearbeat, oh why wont you hold Me | |
| Feels all england is at stake - and it's too late | |
| Cos there's nothing of me left that isn't yours and | |
| There's no cure | |
| If i could keep you hidden from everyone - would | |
| But there'll soon be pin-ups of you - so young | |
| Sky highmost times that im with you | |
| And if i hand you every hearbeat, oh why wont you hold Me | |
| Speed wont get me anywhere | |
| Fine time to feel so undone | |
| If i hand you every heartbeat, oh why wont you hold me | |
| If all englands dreaming of you, ill try not to stop You. |