They're kicking us out, saying it's time to close
We're leaning on each other trying to beat the cold
I carry your shoes and I give you my coat
We're walking these streets like they're paved with gold
Make any more excuses not to go
Neither one of us want to take that taxi home
[Chorus]
Singing our hearts out
Standing on chairs
Spending our time
Like we are millionaires
Laughing our heads off
The two of us there
Spending our time
Like we were millionaires
Millionaires
Lost my heart and I hope to die
Seeing that sunlight hit your eyes
Been up all night but you still look amazing to me
Yeah
Half the time of night you only dream about
If god came down who could take me now
Cos in my mind, we will always be
Singing our hearts out
Standing on chairs
Spending our time
Like we are millionaires
Laughing our heads off
The two of us there
Spending our time
Like we were millionaires
Millionaires (look at us)
Look at us
At six in the mornin'
If time was money, yeah
We be worth a fortune
I swear you might think you're rich
You could have a million euro
But you can't buy this
Look at us
At six in the mornin'
If time was money, yeah
We be worth a fortune
I swear you might think you're rich
You could have a million euro
But you can't buy this
Well the band was on playing that song
We messed up the lyrics
As we sang along
But we didn't care
Cause it felt like we were the only ones there
My feet were sore, my voice were raw
They're turning up the lights but were shouting more
We're shouting more
Singing our hearts out
Standing on chairs
Spending our time like we are millionaires
Laughing our heads off
The two of us there
Spending our time like we were millionaires
Millionaires
Look at us
At six in the mornin'
If time was money, yeah
We be worth a fortune
I swear you might think you're rich
You could have a million euro
But you can't buy this
Look at us
At six in the mornin'
If time was money, yeah
We be worth a fortune
I swear you might think you're rich
You could have a million euro
But you can't buy this
We're walking these streets like they're paved with gold
Make any old excuses not to go
Neither one of us want to take that taxi home
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The Script in Album 3 Released in 2012 |