Jesus, Please Turn The Dial Down For Me

Secret meetings, trust in trysts

One day I'm sure I'll miss this

But now I can meet you out by Rivelin

And maybe baby you can rave about the soda stream

Will there be a long weekend that I never come back on

Or will we go on as if this never happened

Then you can take to the city streets careening

And meet me on the road by the NCP

I never fulfilled my childhood desire

Of putting i's in the middle of 'to let' signs

I was endlessly amused

I was stupid then

But friend, I'm not much better yet

I bleed myself dry on the 1-4-6-5

Anything to keep me half-alive

But save me, Jesus!

This heat is displeasing!

It's 25 degrees!

Please turn the dial down for me!