Scratchplates

It's dark by half past eight
Your phone bounces the light like a scratchplate
And the snow that lines the road
Is still in a frozen state

In the 90's Tango light
With his cigarette skins on the dashboard
8 o'clock at night
With the chords ringing out at your ankles, baby

A closely guarded secret
The frothing, "Meet me by the red-bricked semi,"
Two-thousand and fourteen spawned something discreetly
And the "Meet me by the red-bricked semi,"
Flashed like scratchplates in the palm of your hand

On the heel of a bitter word
With the downstairs passive-aggressives
The pylon shadows dropped on you
Yeah, they said it would get this aggressive
An orbiting system spitting at the kiss under the briefest eclipse
90's Tango lights where we floated 'long the bark mulch lips
And the "Meet me by the red-bricked semi,"
Flashed like scratchplates in the palm of your hand

It's dark by half past five
These days it's pretty to see
Sweet amber lights on the street
Rising like orange trees
It's dark by half past five
These nights it's cold, but wait
Don't hate the cold, just say
That you'll stay with me 'til late
(Stay with me 'til late)