Sangtekst: Tom Mcrae. Street Light.

She's a street light, in the evening rain
An empty seat, on the rush hour train
She's a polaroid, lying on the street
She's the lover I, may never meet

And every night I breathe her in, feel her sink into my skin
Still I feel, that I am envious and obvious and desperate for your love
I am shattered by and criticised and still I crave your touch
And I know the time, you're killing is mine
But I, I don't mind.

do do dodo, do do dodo, do do dodo woah oh
do do dodo, do do dodo, do do dodo oh oh

She's a phone call, in the dead of night
A stranger's voice, I recognise
She's a radio, playing in the dark
She's the name you'll find
Written on my heart


And every night I breathe her in, feel her sink into my skin
Still I feel, that I am envious and obvious and desperate for your love
I am shattered by and criticised and still I crave your touch
And I know the time, you're killing is mine
But I, I don't mind.

do do dodo, do do dodo, do do dodo woah oh
Don't mind, I don't mind
I don't mind, I don't mind
do do dodo, do do dodo, do do dodo oh oh
do do dodo, do do dodo, do do dodo oh oh
do do dodo, do do dodo, do do dodo oh oh
do do dodo, do do dodo, do do dodo oh ohhhh