Fear Of Rollercoasters - The Lucksmiths

At the arse-end of another century

I spend hours in the cemetery

On my way to anywhere but here

It was perfect in the summertime

I’d just ask and the sun would shine

But the days just disappear this time of year

Yesterday was lost drinking

And, yes, today I was thinking

I could be making more of the weekend

A seaside bus will see us disembark

At sunset by the amusement park

I’m none too nonchalant but I’ll pretend

Come on!

Come over

Come on!

Come over

I’ve overcome my fear of rollercoasters

Hey sugarlips — remember this?

Literally the sweetest kiss

Come on!

Come over

Come on!

Come over

I’ve overcome my fear of rollercoasters