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Rosy cheeks and rolling eyes

On a steamy Sunday night

They had a date for phone sex

Oh but the princess' phone has been quiet

Writes his name on the bathroom mirror while she waits

In soapy streaks

Probably stuck to his couch back east

Depressed

But you know he's safe at least

Plane crash footage on TV

I know, I know that could be me

Plane crash footage on TV

Oh yeah, I know that could be me

Keep your nose down

I think there's ice on our wings

Another Sunday night

Well it's still dusk

It's still light

Phone starts ringing and she's almost dry

Well there'll be other nights

But admit this is the worst time

And what ever made you think I had control?

Lets scare everybody lets just roll our own

Plane crash footage on TV

I know, I know that could be me

Keep your nose down either way

Don't you ever feel you just survive some days?

Keep your nose down

I think there's ice on our wings, yeah

And if you go now

Keep the ice off your wings

Keep your nose down and the ice off your wings

And the ice off your wings

Keep your nose down

And the ice off your wings

...

There will be no Sunday nights

Lets just roll out own