And maybe she'd have tried if he'd have gone and asked her a lot nicer So pour the pint and weaponise her 'Cause our tongues paint a pretty picture When you mix lager with your cider And in the morning when she wakes up She'll wipe her face and do her make up 'Cause your big mouth has struck again, mush So clean the slate and dry your eyes, love Playing my rhythms Under the deep black stars Under the covers Touching each other's hearts And I know we tried but Why did it get so hard? You're like a road trip You take it way too far (Too far, too far) Maybe she'd understand if he'd have put it to her a lot nicer Soprano C, we take it higher 'Cause when the motor meets his maker The bullet's already been fired History written by paper Is not a taste that I can savour The same ideals in different flavours Haven't got the time, I'll do it later Playing my rhythms Under the deep black stars Under the covers Touching each other's hearts And I know we tried but Why did it get so hard? You're like a road trip You take it way too far Too far, too far Too far, oh oh oh oh oh oh