Intro (Camera flash. Crowd noise. Guitar riff.) "Are those yours?" "Not technically." --- Verse 1 Found them on the bathroom sink At half past one. One lens slightly scratched, Still doing the job. Nobody remembered Who they belonged to. Someone said, "Keep them for the evening." So naturally... We did too. --- Chorus Borrowed sunglasses, On a Saturday night. Borrowed sunglasses, Making everything look right. The room was too crowded, The music too loud, We looked like celebrities In a very small crowd. --- Verse 2 We danced with a stranger Who knew all the words. He sang every chorus But got every verse wrong first. Someone lost a jacket, Someone found a phone. Someone told a story That wasn't their own. --- Chorus Borrowed sunglasses, Passing hand to hand. Borrowed sunglasses, Nobody had a plan. The lights kept changing, The morning came fast. We looked through borrowed colours At a borrowed past. --- Instrumental Break (Driving bass line. Angular guitars. Handclaps build. Backing vocals repeat: "Whose are they? Whose are they?") --- Bridge The next morning: One shoe. Two receipts. A mystery key. And a message saying: "Thanks for the sunglasses." --- Verse 3 We checked all our pockets, We searched every coat. Asked everyone involved If they remembered the night before. Nobody remembered The exact details. Which probably meant It was a good one. --- Final Chorus Borrowed sunglasses, Still sitting in my room. Borrowed sunglasses, Waiting for another moon. I don't know who owned them, I don't know who they were. But every time I wear them, I remember being her. --- Outro (Soft guitar and camera flash sounds.) I finally returned them. She said: "Those aren't mine."