The Devil-Tips - Arab Strap

If I could always be eighteen

You could always be eight

We’d draw monsters on your walls

I’ll keep you up too late

'cause getting served in pubs

Isn’t all it’s cracked up to be

I dreamt you were wee again

Arms stretched out and pining for me

Come here so I can help you

Tie your brand new tie

Brush your coat and remember

No-one laughs if you cry

Well fuck me, it’s windy

We picked a good day

That’s the first drink I’ve ever bought you

And I’m sure you’re starting to sway