The English Summer - The Wombats

Maybe it s the English summer

Maybe it s the atmosphere

But it s got me seeing stars when I m with you

Maybe this is all theatrics

Maybe it s very clear

That I m dripping over your every single move

And there s an animal inside of me

And he s feeding of every word you say

He pulls my hair, he coerces me

Into a world where romance is just a game

This awkward feeling is getting in the way

Maybe it s about your future

Maybe it s about your past

But Sweetheart it s just the present that needs some glue

Maybe I should play the percentage

Maybe I should do the math

Cause on paper I m way too soft a touch for you

And there s an animal inside of me

And he s feeding of every word you say

It pulls my hair, it coerces me

Into a world where romance is just a game

And there s an animal inside of me

And he s feeding of every word you say

It pulls my hair, it coerces me

Into a world where romance is just a game

This awkward feeling is getting in the way

This awkward feeling is getting in the way

And this awkward feeling is begging for you