Hurts - Wait Up

It's four in the morning
We pass by your apartment
There's a candle in the window

It's happened again
I don't know where it ends, but
It always leaves me hollow

The driver asks me which way to go
And I'm staring at my phone
In this taxi cab

So if you want me
Then I'm sorry
I'm coming home, so wait up for me
I feel shameful
And so unholy
Unlock the door and wait up for me
Wait up for me

I pull up on your street
Stinking of whiskey
And wipe the lipstick from my collar

The more I cheat, the more I lie
The more it eats me all up inside
And I wonder why I bother

I've still got your perfume on my coat
And I'm staring at my phone
In this taxi cab

If you want me
Then I'm sorry
I'm coming home, so wait up for me
I feel shameful
And so unholy
Unlock the door and wait up for me
Wait up for me

Wait up for me, baby
Wait up for me, darling
'Cause I'm coming home
I'm coming home

If you want me
Then I'm sorry
I'm coming home, so wait up for me
(open up your heart and wait)
I feel shameful (shameful)
So unholy, yeah
Unlock the door and wait up for me
(wait up, wait up, wait up, wait up)
Wait up for me

(wait, wait, wait...)