Текст песни White Cliffs - Andrew Britton feat. Jesse O'Mahoney

We don't have to get high
Even on a Saturday night
So get your fingers out of that pile
And do what the weaken a smile
It's right past
A bit tight
And you should be shouting your eyes
But you are not paying the tile
And your mother doesn't even know why
We don't have to get high
Even on a Saturday night
So come up, give me a try
And trap ourselves in the gold...
Flying over the white
Cliffs of Dover
It's true
I'm sober and I'm blue
Flying over the white
Cliffs of Dover
Into
October looks like you
We don't have to get high
Even on a Saturday night
Our trajectories' right
Blazing across the sky
We don't have to get high
Even on a Saturday night
Does this looks tough but tight?
Let's trap ourselves in the gold...
Flying over the white
Cliffs of Dover
It's true
I'm sober and I'm blue
Flying over the white
Cliffs of Dover
Into
October looks like you
Heard tonight
That they've tricked you up
Just your right
We will continue
Heard tonight
That they've tricked you up
Just your right
We will continue