Holding your hand On the cold, brown vinyl seat Brown sled speeding to sounds of Eliot And each other's post-Christmas blues Curry and Alcohol Just go to the bank again There's some more in there There's some more in there There's some more in there I don't think it's ok to be going downhill with you I don't think it's ok to be going downhill with you If I hadn't gone a year ago Hadn't turned around to meet you Exchange tapes, to pour the wine To show for you while she ignored you You slept in my bed You exist in my head I don't think it's ok to be going downhill with you I don't think it's ok to be going downhill with you