Twisting the Knife
Sorcha Richardson, Conor Adams, Alex Casnoff
You were right outside
Cigarette alight
When the party slowed
Kerosene arrows
Would it feel the same
Your mouth around my name
When I caught your eye
It just felt like all that wasted time
We were talking ‘bout it honey
Now New York City’s never sunny
I saw you standing in the hallway
Oh love you just keep twisting the knife
So we play it cool
Lovers’ interlude
Watch you roll the dice
Said that lightening wouldn’t strike us twice
It hits me and I’m in the deep end
Now all of my defences weaken
You whisper something softly to me
Oh love you just keep twisting the knife