From the 2008 album Ode to J. Smith itunes.apple.com/us/album/ode...
Where are you going tonight?
Where do you dance when you turn off the light?
In your eyes as they're rolling your hair
Spin you around as you lie on the bed
But I'm not keeping time upon the creeping vine, vine
He was the one who made you fall
But he couldn't help you at all, not at all
So he packed up and jumped from the wall
Pushing his luck past the ghosts in the hall
Still I'm not keeping time upon the creeping vine, vine
Oh, Sarah
You've done it all to yourself
With your bottle of gin on the shelf
And your love letters sent to yourself
Oh, Sarah
You used to say you were lucky
Now your luck's running off down the stairs
To the arms of another
At the back of her mind there's a photograph
Of a child all alone in the dark
She can tell by the bell ringing back at her
She's lost...
Where are you going tonight
Dressed like a ragdoll with holes in your tights?
In your eyes as they're rolling your hair
Spin you around as you fall out the bed
But I'm not keeping time upon the creeping vine, vine
Oh, Sarah
You've done it all to yourself
With your bottle of gin on the shelf
And your love letters sent to yourself
Oh, Sarah
You used to say you were lucky
Now your luck's running off down the stairs
And you realize nobody cares
Take a bottle of gin from the shelf and pour me another