The bay window, blue jeans
In the ice and snow, blue jeans
An insect living in your memory
They're onto you, blue jeans
Don't, blue jeans won't cut at the seams
An insect living in your memory
You've been trying to protect me
A face outside sleeping pressed against
You don't need me to show the way now
You've been trying to protect me
Buying drinks for you, blue jeans
Don't, blue jeans won't cut at the seams
Unless you want me to, blue jeans
And I won't be phoning you today
Like you want them to
Left hand that crashed near your house
Soft loans that spent all last summer