Courteeners - Tip Toes lyrics
[Courteeners - Tip Toes lyrics]
Now I'm coming up like the sun
When we were 18
You said we'd meet up when we were 30
And see where the land lies
But now we're fucked 'cause
There isn't landlines
And I don't have your email
Just the 0161 and then some
But, if you can hear this then my
Sister's got a number for dresses
Table tennis shoes at the cash register then
I register just how much you mean
Turning me on like a fragile wind
Turning into a steam train
Slowly knocking me down and taking me
On to the next place
Turn me on to the next phase
Now I'm coming up like the sun
Like that July morning at yours
You've got both hands flat down
On the window frame
And I am, I am right behind you
And you are, you are on your tip toes
Your tip toes, you are on your tip toes
The thrill of the thigh as
It lies against mine underneath the duvet
Under the cover of the night
A first team if there ever was one
Making plans in our heads
Creating history in your bed
That no one will ever be aware of
Except the gods and next door
Now I'm coming up like the sun
Like that July morning at yours
You've got both hands flat down
On the window frame
And I am, I am right behind you
And you are, you are on your tip toes
Your tip toes, you are on your tip toes
Now I'm coming up like the sun
You've got both hands flat down
On the window frame
And I am, I am right behind you
And you are, you are on your tip toes
Your tip toes, you are on your tip toes
When we were 18
You said we'd meet up when we were 30
And see where the land lies
But now we're fucked 'cause
There isn't landlines
And I don't have your email
Just the 0161 and then some
But, if you can hear this then my
Sister's got a number for dresses
Table tennis shoes at the cash register then
I register just how much you mean
Turning me on like a fragile wind
Turning into a steam train
Slowly knocking me down and taking me
On to the next place
Turn me on to the next phase
Now I'm coming up like the sun
Like that July morning at yours
You've got both hands flat down
On the window frame
And I am, I am right behind you
And you are, you are on your tip toes
Your tip toes, you are on your tip toes
The thrill of the thigh as
It lies against mine underneath the duvet
Under the cover of the night
A first team if there ever was one
Making plans in our heads
Creating history in your bed
That no one will ever be aware of
Except the gods and next door
Now I'm coming up like the sun
Like that July morning at yours
You've got both hands flat down
On the window frame
And I am, I am right behind you
And you are, you are on your tip toes
Your tip toes, you are on your tip toes
Now I'm coming up like the sun
You've got both hands flat down
On the window frame
And I am, I am right behind you
And you are, you are on your tip toes
Your tip toes, you are on your tip toes