He's taken out his prayer mat
And he searching for a cure
Wishing he could take it back to when
All was as before

You you are the pioneer
Who learnt to love abroad
Who says a small town girl can't do
The things she wasn't taught
You the beginning of everything
You the calm in a storm
Let's try on dresses for nobody
Our fantasies in our home

We batten down the hatches
We drink on airport time
Together write our epitaphs
Whilst dizzy from our wine

Could live another life of this
I would
Choose you every time
Settle for another day of this
But we're
Running out of wine