The Lucksmiths - Requiem for the Punters Club lyrics

Have you been drinking? 'Cause it's not too late to start There's still a week Before they come and pull the place apart And I was thinking I have sorrows to be drowned Too complete to contemplate Without a friend around On Brunswick Street the bits of broken gla** Sparkle brighter than the six or seven stars And I'm reminded Of a Sunday afternoon How the sunlight caught the cigarette smoke Curling through the room And you behind it Your hair in rubber bands One more for the footpath And we walked home holding hands Like the weekenders and window-shoppers do We were happier than either of us knew So act surprised It's been a while since I came calling I know it's late But old times' sake and all that junk I'll be alright We'll make tonight tomorrow morning Sometimes you want to go Where everybody knows you're drunk