I was looking for a dark street
where I could drink,
in the van before a gig
come back and sleep but and not be on a hill

but the only park that I could find,
the whereabouts they brought to mind
some gigs we'd gone and seen in marrickville

where bligh got drunk and played solo,
so i put post paint on the stereo.

I miss going to shows with you
singing songs we know, its true
i miss seeing bands with you.

now no song ever sounds as sweet,
i dance along but theres a missing beat
and I'm missing listening to music with you

from the passenger seat of your gold volvo
with the national playing straight from you phone
cause to fix the tape deck i never got the chance.

back to your place we would retreat
to put neutral milk on repeat
and cooking food was just another excuse to dance

and each time I would walk home
listening to bands I hadn't known.

I miss going to shows with you
singing songs we know, its true
i miss seeing bands with you.

now no song ever sounds as sweet,
i dance along but theres a missing beat
and I'm missing listening to music with you

I recall,
Sufjans christmas albums in july,
I tried to hold you hand when we saw him live.
four years ago we came home drunken wrecks
and listened to the age of adz on the night we first had sex.

I miss going to shows with you
singing songs we know, its true
i miss seeing bands with you.

now no song ever sounds as sweet,
i dance along but theres a missing beat
and I'm missing listening to music with you