Will We Talk? - Sam Fender

«Blue Monday»

Blarin' loudly out the speakers

Fluorescent liquid in his beaker

Another night they’ve gone too far

She said

«I don’t usually do this kind of thing

Does it change the way you think of me?»

Thinkin' isn’t his forte

And she said

«If you dance with me, darlin'

If you take me home

Will we talk in the mornin'?»

They leave

Weave around the night’s commotion

And dodge a Mexican standoff

And catch a cab back to his flat

There’s no romance

Sprawled out across the couch

Can’t even make his fuckin' face out

An age old ritual

And she said

«If you dance with me, darlin'

If you take me home

Will we talk in the mornin'?»

And sometimes, I close me eyes

And sometimes, I see you’re fine

She said

«If you dance with me, darlin'

If you take me home

Will we talk in the mornin'?»