Field Music

Not When You’re In Love

Field Music


Watching the clock in a hotel bar
Turn it off! Turn it off! Make it stop!
Another round, another word
A stare so hard
It’s easy to ignore
But not when you’re in love

Curving up the regent’s street
Kings cross to queen’s
Counting out the stops, missing mine
Do you know what I mean?
Anywhere you need, name your place

We can shoot the shit
Staying in / staying out
It’s all the same to me
Taking your time
Keeping on or keeping off the wine
But not when you’re in love

Passing the green
Tennis courts in your jeans
The trees bow down for you
And it’s a wonderful thing
Like drops of rain

These things, they fall away
But not when you’re in love
Well it’s early doors
Nowhere to go

Even the St. Of Clayton St. Is closed
Now you’re flagging a cab and it’s all too soon for that
Well I couldn’t care less, it’s easy to leave
But not when you’re in love

Now you’re taking a walk up the great north road
Compliments get you everywhere but not here
Don’t look! Don’t touch! Leave the fire alone!
But it’s not in the English language
And it’s not when you’re in love

You’re checking up, you’re checking in
Watching from a distance
Or not, when you’re in love?

You’re checking up, you’re checking again
Watching from a distance
Oh! Not when you’re in love!