Manchester Air

From the back of your bike I told you I was late
You said: I can't go much faster
I said: No, not like that
Then I knew by your grip
That you knew what I meant
Said: Whatever happens
This is now and it's heaven

And bearing in mind we were waking up late
And staying up later, my body can't cope
And bearing in mind we are so good together
Least that's what our friends say
Well, what do you think?

And all of a sudden we tear onto Broadstone
And you're taking bets on the foosball queen
Well, I'll always beat you as long as we're sober
So, come on, get me drunk, win back some of your money
Oh, I love you, honey
This is now and it's heaven

The night felt so light in the Manchester air
And I know I am angry most of the time
But whatever happened to dinner in Cabra?
Roll me up, sit me down
I'm the talk of the town