Waiting For The 7.18 Lyrics - Weekend In The City - Bloc Party

Waiting for the seven eighteen 

January is endless 

Weary-eyed and forlorn 

The Northern Line is the loudest 

Sitting in silence in bars after work 

I've got nothing to add or contest 

Can still kick a ball a hundred yards 

We cling to bottles and memories of the past 

(Give me moments) 

Just give me moments (give me moments) 

Not hours or days (give me moments) 

Just give me moments (give me moments) 

Grinding your teeth in the middle of the night 

With the sadness of those molars 

Spend all your spare time trying to escape 

With crosswords and sudoku 

If I could do it again 

I'd make more mistakes 

I'd not be so scared of falling 

If I could do it again, 

I'd climb more trees 

I'd pick and I'd eat more wild 

Blackberries 

(Give me moments) 

Just give me moments (give me moments) 

Not hours or days (give me moments) 

Just give me moments (give me moments) 

[Repeat: x8] 

Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend