Hold Your Best friend He's low Hold Your Your best friend She's low She's low You sigh under a bright pink sky Spit at another Foxtons sign You imagine alot Just to rest your eyes And do you remember? The burnt out shell of a car? The black batons under the stars? Your friends said we'd gone too far But I'll try not to be Waiting for your call Trying's all he knows Try not to be waiting for that call The echo from the front Keeps me holding on You're my girl, some would call you a vandal But sadness ain't enough for you You said "we don't have to live like this" Then you drew me close for a kiss Things were looking bad today I didn't know what to say And the sirens aren't far away Bu I never ever felt this way.