Music: Sophie Morgan Howarth/Archie Faulks
Late September in the city
The sky is grey, the air is sticky
I keep falling in and out of sleep
Lettin' the sun scorch the grass
The flies are muckin' on the glass
But they're the only other friends I have, you see
I need him so much that it hurts
I wish he didn't have to go to work
And I just lie and watch the ceiling fan turn
He's my man
We're hand in hand
To hell and back
And I'll love him like nobody else can
He's my man
I've been damned
No, nobody has to understand
Me and my man
I stay home and make his dinner
Even though somehow he keeps gettin' thinner
I wait, watchin' the washing machine spin 'round and 'round again
I need him so much that it hurts
I wish he didn't have to go to work
He keeps complainin' that his vision's blurred
But he's my man
We're hand in hand
To hell and back
And I'll love him like nobody else can
He's my man
I've been damned
No, nobody has to understand
Me and my man
He keeps havin' feverish dreams that he can never, ever leave
He wakes, headaches, funny tastes to his teeth
I want him to stay here forever
He's happiest with me
'Cause heβ
He's my man
And I'll love him like nobody else can
He's my man
He's gone quite mad
No, nobody has to understand
Me and my man