Oxfords and Wingtips

We held hands in Butlins, watched bands from Scotland
Teenage fans of clubs, I've gotta ban this love
And every drink makes me think of that day I gave you pills till you faded away
We raced through the grass to the edge of the bay
We let our love get in the way

You are everything I shouldn't be hung up on
But still in the dead of night or in the glow of dawn
I dream of that day I gave you pills 'til you faded away
Oxfords and wingtips, I can't remember feeling worse than this

The glasses broke
The glassеs broke
The glasses brokе