Barefoot on the Banquette (wersja 2)

Verse

Your heels kicked off on the worn wooden floor

I caught them by the ankle bone before they rolled some more

The sauce stains on your collarbone still warm from lunch

We talked about nothing till the whole room went hushed

Pre-Chorus

And I think we left our worries right behind that door

Maybe this is all we needed to be free again for sure

Chorus

Barefoot on the banquette, dancing with you in our seats

Every empty plate a good excuse to leave our feet

Verse

Your eyes locked on mine through the cigarette haze

We both reached for the last slice without saying it out loud this time

Fork clinking silverware like a tiny symphony

You said 'no clock, no rules' and that was all I needed to see

Pre-Chorus

And I think we left our worries right behind that door

Maybe this is all we needed to be free again for sure

Chorus

Barefoot on the banquette, dancing with you in our seats

Every empty plate a good excuse to leave our feet

Bridge

No need for a second date when this one feels so long

Just two people, one table, the whole world gone wrong

Chorus

Barefoot on the banquette, dancing with you in our seats

Every empty plate a good excuse to leave our feet