Keys in fancy dress as a sleeve cuff
I walk into the night
Try not to think about love
And how it gets you home safe
And then messes the house up

A taxi would have caused
Too much of a scene
I can hear my thoughts
From the other side of the street


I haven't got the appetite
I'd rather eat alone
Life is a buffet
And I'm going home


Could I put up a fight
If I was taken by surprise?
I'd rather have two hands on my ears
Than over my eyes

But we're hoping for no hands
Out here at this time
And that one day the only worry I'll have
Is losing the hand that's holding mine

Still haven't got the appetite
Still rather eat alone
Life is a buffet
And I'm going home


He sits on a secret
Cups it in the shower
Rolls it around
For at least an hour a day
Mistakes kryptonite for his superpower
Yet, moves it to one side
When the clock strikes happy-hour
‘Cause the watered-down tequila
Makes his walls crumble like clay
“Will you order me a carriage
Or carry me and all my baggage?
Even The Polyawkward Man could do with a hand
when the sand runs away. ”

I hope it rains
I will pretend
The credits are rolling over me
Headphones on I walk alone
Along the Otley run
To the other side of the screen