Staring at the Sky

For argument's sake, 

lets pretend we could stop arguing

Over which of us is wrong 

and why it isn't you

Golden Age of Aviation, The Lucksmiths

We're barely awake before your head's up in the clouds again

There's nothing you like more than having nothing much to do

Golden Age of Aviation, The Lucksmiths

 A passing interest in the past

 I'll never forget the morning we went running around before the sun came up, so new to this town

We stood together but there was some reason we never kissed

And it was something akin to being in love

I guess it's love

We left it up in the air

We left it to fate

We left it a little too late

Before the sun came up, The Lucksmiths

And even though the weekend doesn't really make much difference

You spent Thursday on your backside whistling "Friday on My Mind"

Smokers in love, The Lucksmiths