To All a Good Night
Malcolm Middleton, Aidan Moffat
Lost on Christmas Eve eve
He threw something down my neck
I didn't check what it was
When he says "Trust me," I never need to check
Then he helped me up
And the next thing I know we were lying naked and it had started to snow
So I was late for work - Hungover, dazed, and freezing
But we still made time to demonstrate how we'll wear it, come the season
Not a creature stirred. No mother, no mouse
But I still tip-toed down the hall and sneaked out of the house