Ballad of Tindersticks Tindersticks

The first time we flew in
It was cheap and cramped
The vodka running out half-way across the Atlantic
Even the stewards screaming during the landing
We didn't think we were going to make it

Now we're stretched out in wide, furry seats
Flicking through menus
A walk to the bar and as much screw-top champagne as we can drink
We're so easy
We're taking turns having our photo taken
Sitting in front of smoked windows
Decanters of cheap whiskey in our hands
We're driving to Manhattan on a date with a starlet
It's just talent
And that's what people pay the money to see
Who are we to argue?

Five hours now it's been going on
And still we're watching all of it
Can he really believe all this?
Can he really lie in bed at night and marvel at his own genius?
When do you lose the ability to step back
And get a sense of your own ridiculousness?
They're only songs