Two Quid Rockets

I stuff my apron in the bin
June is spinning car keys on her thumb
Left the fryer to the Friday crowd
She says Brighton, I say don't slow down

Backseat full of rockets, two quid each
Roman candles rolling at my feet
Sun is dropping fast, we drive faster

Light it up, light it up
We're gonna paint the water gold
Light it up, light it up
Cheap fireworks in a battered Ford
No one's clocking in tonight

One wing mirror hanging on with tape
June steers with her knees to fix her braid
Pier lights blinking on like birthday cake
Sunset's in the mirror losing ground

Shoes up on the dashboard, windows down
June sings something dumb, I sing it wrong
Sun is dropping fast, we drive faster

Light it up, light it up
We're gonna paint the water gold
Light it up, light it up
Cheap fireworks in a battered Ford
No one's clocking in tonight

Strike a match and shield it from the breeze
First one blooms bright pink above the tide
June is barefoot dancing on the stones
I line up three more sticks by her side

Light it up, light it up
We're gonna paint the water gold
Light it up, light it up
Cheap fireworks in a battered Ford
No one's clocking in tonight

Spent tubes smoking in a paper bag
Pink still printed on the backs of my eyes
Last rocket saved for the ride back home