It's nearly eleven

Do you think we'll stand the test of time

You're a cloud short of heaven

But you know i want you to be mine

Am i sitting here waiting

Yeah, and it's getting frustrating



Got to go to the garage

Got to get some fags and make some tea

Can you lend me enough wedge

Do you want to walk up there with me

And i'm sitting here waiting

Yeah, i'm tired of debating



We've been up all night

I can feel a strange attraction

Now it's getting light

But i can't spur you into action

Sure not alone

But so on my own, oh.



It's a quarter to seven

Don't you think we've stayed up half the night

You're a cloud short of heaven

But i'd love to see you strut your stuff

And i'm sitting here waiting

Yeah, and it could be x-rated

We could be oh so happy,

We could be oh so happy.