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Where are you going tonight?
Where do you dance when they turn off the light?
And your eyes as they roll in your head(?)
Spin you around as you lie on the bed
But I'm not keeping time
Upon the creeping vine, vine
He was the one made you fall
But he couldn't help you at all, not at all
So he packed up and jumped from the wall
Pushing his luck past the ghosts in the hall
Still I'm not keeping time
Upon the creeping vine, I
But I'm not keeping time
Upon the creeping vine, vine
Oh Sarah
You've done it all to yourself
With your bottle of gin on the shelf
And your love letters sent to yourself
Oh Sarah
You used to say you were lucky
Now your luck's running off down the stairs
To the arms of another
At the back of her mind, there's a photograph
Of a child all alone in the dark
She can tell by the bell ringing back at her
She's lost
Where are you going tonight?
Dressed like a ragdoll with holes in your tights
And your eyes as they roll in your head
Spin you around as you fall out the bed
But I'm not keeping tight
Upon the creeping vine, I
Oh Sarah
You've done it all to yourself
With your bottle of gin on the shelf
And your love letters sent to yourself
Oh Sarah
You used to say you were lucky
Now your luck's running off down the stairs
And you realise nobody cares
Take the bottle of gin from the shelf
And pour me another
Da da da da da
La la la la...
Yeah
Travis
Sarah
Sarah
La la la la la
la la la la
la la la la
Where are you going tonight?
Where do you dance when they turn off the light?
And your eyes as they roll in your head(?)
Spin you around as you lie on the bed
But I'm not keeping time
Upon the creeping vine, vine
He was the one made you fall
But he couldn't help you at all, not at all
So he packed up and jumped from the wall
Pushing his luck past the ghosts in the hall
Still I'm not keeping time
Upon the creeping vine, I
But I'm not keeping time
Upon the creeping vine, vine
Oh Sarah
You've done it all to yourself
With your bottle of gin on the shelf
And your love letters sent to yourself
Oh Sarah
You used to say you were lucky
Now your luck's running off down the stairs
To the arms of another
At the back of her mind, there's a photograph
Of a child all alone in the dark
She can tell by the bell ringing back at her
She's lost
Where are you going tonight?
Dressed like a ragdoll with holes in your tights
And your eyes as they roll in your head
Spin you around as you fall out the bed
But I'm not keeping tight
Upon the creeping vine, I
Oh Sarah
You've done it all to yourself
With your bottle of gin on the shelf
And your love letters sent to yourself
Oh Sarah
You used to say you were lucky
Now your luck's running off down the stairs
And you realise nobody cares
Take the bottle of gin from the shelf
And pour me another
Da da da da da
La la la la...
Yeah
