How We Met - The Lucksmiths

Late the other night

Our friends already leaving

I saw you step outside

It was cold out there

In the autumn air

I’d hate for you to think

I was keeping tracking all evening

But I trawled the laundry sink

For one last beer

And your voice came clear

As you shared the cigarette

I heard you telling Steven

A tale called 'How We Met'

All those years ago

It’s one I know by heart

My favorite part

Is the way we had to smile hello

For the static on the stereo

Just then