It's freezing on the roof, ten flights of stairs and now it's hard to move They say that the city is beautiful, and that this car park is the concrete proof You're hungry for a spark, so I have brought you where it's cold and dark A thin blue line is all there is to see, in our romantic hitchhike fantasy We broke out, pushed the boat out, sailed out on paper planes We broke out, pushed the boat out, and slept on cargo trains We're guilty of no crime, We managed Brussels but in half the time There's teams in Poland and there's teams in Spain, While we stayed here to find our spark again We broke out, pushed the boat out, sailed out on paper planes We broke out, pushed the boat out, and slept on cargo trains I say we sacrifice our holiday for this paradise I say we stay and take a foray off the road I say we sacrifice our holiday for this paradise I say we stay and take a foray off the road