it s closing time and it s getting late can you fetch my coat cause i don t feel too great anymore but i want to stay oh don t you want to stay as well i don t think that you do i ve got this funny feeling that you don t feel like i do this conversation s just passing you by i know it i can see it in your eyes you ve had one too many lo and behold you re tellin the secrets that can t be told you feel so special it feels so bold but then you knock me back and i fall i fall to the floor and all i wanted was a kiss all i wanted was a chance tonight i m walking home i ve pissed and i m frozen my mind s been warmed up by that little token of you in your little ways still they re sleepin in your bed today and now beeps the phone i fumble round to answer but i end up puttin it on hold late night taxis keep passin me by i feel sick and look to the sky i ve had one too many lo and behold the late night lovers stay out in the cold i ring your number i feel so bold you kick me into touch and i fall i fall to the floor but all i wanted was a kiss all i wanted was a chance tonight but yeah your ignorance was bliss yeah your ignorance was paradise  so just give me a chance just give me a sign or something to tell me what you want cause before too long there ll be somebody else it s then that you ll know that you wanted more you call out my name but i fail to respond now it knocks you back in the floor you fall to the floor you re not just a number upon a computer or a waiting list you re not just a number upon a computer or a shopping list
['british indie rock', 'english indie rock', 'sheffield indie']