Hackney

Hackney

First dance was a mistake

but the first night was amazing

I don't dance so great

but your eyes were persuading

Who could guess

heaven would [push my button] with such power

in a social center in winter in Hackney?

First touch was our noses,

a bump into each other

That's the way it goes-es

I had to phone my mother

I said "Mommy dear,

this is queer

My heart beats will to power

in a social center in winter in Hackney"

The verse repeats then the chorus comes

some things feel inevitable

Like melody and harmony and rhythm,

we go good together

First loss was the weekend

with Sunday feeling empty

Those two days were perfect

and I enjoyed them gently

Oh, but after that,

I found out I didn't love life without you

since that social center in winter in Hackney

You took my heart, but you wouldn't share my taxi