Waiting for the 7.18 Lyrics

Waiting for the seven eighteen
January is endless
Weary-eyed and forlorn
The Northern Line is the loudestSitting in silence in bars after work
I've got nothing to add or contest
Can still kick a ball a hundred yards
We cling to bottles and memories of the past(Give me moments)
Just give me moments (give me moments)
Not hours or days (give me moments)
Just give me moments (give me moments)Grinding your teeth in the middle of the night
With the sadness of those molars
Spend all your spare time trying to escapeWith crosswords and sudokuIf I could do it again
I'd make more mistakes
I'd not be so scared of fallingIf I could do it again,
I'd climb more trees
I'd pick and I'd eat more wild
Blackberries(Give me moments)Just give me moments (give me moments)
Not hours or days (give me moments)

Just give me moments (give me moments)[Repeat: x8]
Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend
Songwriters
OKEREKE, KELE/LISSACK, RUSSELL/MOAKES, GORDON/TONG, MATTPublished by
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