Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scott Lavene
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Lavene
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Rogers
Assistant Producer
Stew Jackson
Producer
Lyrics
I was living with a Moroccan armed robber
And a crack head lawyer from Finchley
I had given up booze and downers
Giving up on fag burns and cuts
But the worst drug of all was love
So I'd given that up too
Then one day in July
I was on a bus that was hotter than a Greek dogfight
With a carrier bag full of custard
The bus stopped and she got on board, big eyes, big floppy hat
And as she walked up the aisle, I felt something I hadn't felt for a while
The only spare seat was the one next to mine
She smelt of second hand books and newly washed hair
She said, is that a bag of custard?
I said yeah
She said it's hot on here isn't it?
I said yeah
She said you're a man of few words aren't ya?
I said, I just go a bit weird around beautiful women
And then our eyes met we both started floating out of the door, up up and away over Boscombe. For a while now I had been determined not to fall in love but
As we soared over Lidl I knew I was fucked
We spent the night talking, cooling off in the river
By the moonlight I could see tiny fish
It was just turning midnight when we kissed
9 months later we had a baby
It was that baby that truly saved me
There's a sky that's full of lonely stars, and an ocean filled with sunken hearts
Then one day you can catch a bus and fall in love with someone new
Just like I fell for you
Written by: Scott Lavene