IN THE CITY CENTRE

I worked at the cinema all summer long

The one behind the car park, opposite the Irish bar

And you, not old enough for pubs;

You, just old enough for cigarettes;

You, on the back seats of cars

In the city centre

In the city

In the city centre

In the city

Well, you and I, we take our tea down on the beach

Taking pictures of waves; clicking together our teeth

Your hands and your arms and your legs and your feet in the salty sticky sea

Your breath always rushing fast away from me

Into the city centre

Into the city

Into the city centre

Into the city

So, I could sit in my ticket booth

With some butter-toffee popcorn to satisfy my sweet tooth

With sticky fingers and a picture of you...

And you...

In the city centre

In the city

In the city centre

In the city