Afternoons Video (MV)

It doesn't get me in the night times
Not sure why
That's the scene we see in films
Face lit up by a phone screen and old holiday pictures
No night times I'm with friends, or I'm reading, or I'm four on the floor with new voices in my ear
Shouting over the music 'let's get out of here'

It doesn't even get me in the mornings anymore
First thing rolling over and there's no one there
Doesn't seem to matter
I stretch out with a new hope for the day
Maybe it's growing up
Maybe it's being really really on my own for the first time
24 and I'm learning what it's like not to text saying I'll be home soon, no

It gets me in the afternoons
That's when I think of you
It gets me in the afternoons
That's when I think of you

'Cause it could be curled on your sofa
'What we doing later?'
Complete with four kisses, we laugh and we grimace
Fumbling through it, fuzzy eyes as we falter,
My head on your chest and your arm round my shoulder
Hear your heartbeat score the TV chitter
You're pointing out an actress, yeah she'd fit but you're fitter
And then we're out dancing
But the late-night never paints me blue, no

It gets me in the afternoons
That's when I think of you
It gets me in the afternoons
That's when I think of you
It gets me in the afternoons
That's when I think of you
It gets me in the afternoons
That's when I think of you
It gets me in the afternoons
That's when I think of you
It gets me in the afternoons
That's when I think of you
It gets me in the afternoons"