Text: Sloan. Between The Bridges. Waiting for Slow Songs.

When you and your cast of friends arrive
And the party reaches a new high
Don't you think it'll last too long
Before you know it baby
They break out into that song
That I know I've heard it once or twice
From where I just can't be precise

It's as if I've woken from
Even though it's irrelevant
But you write the saddest song
A confused and cloudy dream
Turn around and make it a singalong

The heart scratch melody

Means there's more than this for you and me
When you wait by the door, look for your ride
Where the shoes are piled up on the side
And the dancing's out of hand
Don't leave just 'cause they won't play your favourite band
And the night it goes on and on

And I'm waiting for slow songs
Replaced by bells, is that your ride?
But I block out most of the singing
You only just arrived


Could you write the saddest song
Means there's more than this for you and me
Turn around and make it a singalong
The heart scratch melody
Yeah
And the night it goes on and on

I'm through waiting for slow songs
I wish that I could write
But I block out most of the ringing
Replaced by thoughts unjustified

Turn around and make it a singalong
Could you write the saddest song
The heart scratch melody
Means there's more to this than you and me

If words could be combined
I'd write it out to boost my career
To describe your trademark look tonight
But you know that writing always takes me years