*[Mid-paced Britpop; jangly guitars, warm bass, conversational verses and an open, melodic chorus]* **[Verse 1]** Cigarette glow by the precinct wall You say the place looks smaller; I say nothing much at all Your boots scuff the paving, you shorten your stride Slip your hand into my pocket with your fingers next to mine Shutters down at seven, one shop still has a light Someone’s counting takings while we’re counting out the night You stop beside a window full of things we couldn’t buy Straighten up my collar, catch my eye **[Pre-Chorus]** Streetlamp yellow, then the blue Between the lights, I walk with you **[Chorus]** Kirkgate moon above the shops We keep walking when the talking stops Past the shutters and the taxi queue I know this street by the sound of your shoes No big plans for getting out Just the long way home, round the roundabout Kirkgate moon, we’ll be home soon But there’s no hurry when I’m with you **[Verse 2]** Chip shop window clouded white with steam You draw a face beside the price of mushy peas We share a bag of chips beneath the bus-stop glass You save the longest one for me; I make the moment last Dave’s got work at the factory, says the money’s good I say I’ll ring on Monday, and you say you think I should Then the bus we could have caught goes crawling round the bend You lick the salt off your fingers, take my hand again **[Pre-Chorus 2]** You ask if I’m too cold to stay I tuck your scarf in, say, “I’m okay” **[Chorus]** Kirkgate moon above the shops We keep walking when the talking stops Past the shutters and the taxi queue I know this street by the sound of your shoes No big plans for getting out Just the long way home, round the roundabout Kirkgate moon, we’ll be home soon But there’s no hurry when I’m with you **[Bridge]** One day we might leave this place Take the curtains, leave the stains Find a street where no one knows Which of us forgets their keys You’ll still stop to do your lace I’ll still wait a little way Turn around and watch for you Like I always do **[Final Chorus]** Kirkgate moon above the shops We keep walking when the talking stops Past the shutters and the taxi queue I know this street by the sound of your shoes We’ve walked it tired, we’ve walked it cross Missed the turning, laughed it off Kirkgate moon, we’ll be home soon But there’s no hurry when I’m with you **[Outro]** Same old stairs, the bulb’s gone blue You find the key I hold the chips for you
