Knee Socks

You got the lights on in the afternoon

And the nights are drawn out long

And you’re kissing to cut through the gloom

With a cough drop coloured tongue

And you were sitting in the corner with the coats all piled high

And I thought you might be mine

In a small world on an exceptionally rainy tuesday night

In the right place and time

When the zeros line up on the 24 hour clock

When you know who’s calling even though the number is blocked

When you walked around your house wearing my sky blue lacoste

And your knee socks

Well, you cured my january blues

Yeah, you made it all alright

I got a feeling I might have lit the very fuse

That you were trying not to light

You were a stranger in my phone book I was acting like I knew

‘Cause I had nothing to lose

When the winter is in full swing and your dreams just aren’t coming true

Ain’t it funny what you’ll do?

The late afternoon

The ghost in your room that you always thought didn’t approve of you knocking boots

Never stopped you letting me get hold of the sweet spot by the scruff of your

Knee socks

You and me could have been a team

Each had a half of a king and queen seat

Like the beginning of mean streets

You could be my baby