Rosy cheeks and rolling eyes
On a steamy Sunday night
They had a date for phone sex
Oh but the princess' phone has been quiet

Writes his name on the bathroom mirror
While she waits in soapy streaks
Probably stuck to his couch back east
Depressed

But you know he's safe at least
Plane crash footage on TV
I know, I know that could be me
Plane crash footage on TV

Oh yeah, I know that could be me
Keep your nose down
I think there's ice on our wings
Another Sunday night

Well it's still dusk
It's still light
Phone starts ringing and she's almost dry
Well there'll be other nights

But admit this is the worst time
And what ever made you think I had control?
Let's scare everybody, let's just roll our own
Plane crash footage on TV

I know, I know that could be me
Keep your nose down either way
Don't you ever feel you just survive some days?
Keep your nose down

I think there's ice on our wings, yeah
And if you go now
Keep the ice off your wings
Keep your nose down and the ice off your wings

And the ice off your wings
Keep your nose down
And the ice off your wings
And the ice off your wings

Keep your nose down
And the ice off your wings
There will be no Sunday nights
Let's just roll our own

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): James August Wilbur, Jonathan Patrick Wurster, Laura Jane Ballance, Ralph Lee Mccaughan