It’s getting very late
We’re silent, tired and wired
The tension has to break somehow
And yes, we are alone
And no, it is not wise
But should they ever ask
I never walked you home
You never changed your mind

Without your clothes you seem
Inevitable
The consequences dazzle me
They’re sure to find us out
Imagine what they’ll do
My honour won’t survive
But yours will suffer too
Does that alarm you?

Don’t think of it as lies
Just understatement
Be understated with me tonight
I may not be ‘the one’
But neither then are you
What else can you do?
What else can you do?
What else can you do?