Every distance, every length we've gone to
I could be your compass if you want to
Every inch is a mile
We've been there for a while

By the way, would you ever
Turn your guilt into pleasure?
Blame it all on the weather
Kinda think it'd be better
If you were mine
If you were mine

Every distance, every length we've gone to
You could map me out, I know you want to
I'm blowing bubbles while we circle round the car park
Doing donuts in my bathtub
We're a cyclone in a teacup, baby
I can't stand this feeling lately

By the way, would you ever
Turn your guilt into pleasure?
Blame it all on the weather
Kinda think it'd be better
If you were mine
If you were mine

The 45 alone, the streets kaleidoscope
And London's running rings around me
A scribble on the steam, it could be you and me
If stars ever aligned then maybe you'd be
Maybe you'd be
Maybe you'd be mine
If you were mine

By the way, would you ever (By the way, would you ever)
Turn your guilt into pleasure?
(Turn your guilt into pleasure?)
Blame it all on the weather (Blame it all on the weather)
Kinda think it'd be better
If you were