Sex and Question Marks - The Wombats

With low hope and little charm

I squeeze a little lime into a massive rum

You were my fuse box, you controlled my mood

What bliss it was to have nothing to prove

When all I really needed was sex and question marks

Life was euphoric when we didn’t know much

And now I’m a ghost and you’ve lost your spark

What happened, oh, what happened to us?

With low hope and little charm

We hogged a cigarette and over-think where it went so wrong

You were my Swiss watch, we made our moves on cue

What bliss it was to have something to lose

When all I really needed was sex and question marks

Life was euphoric when we didn’t know much

And now I’m a ghost and you’ve lost your spark

What happened oh, what happened to us?

What happened oh, what happened to us?

To us…

Oh, what happened to us?

To us…

Oh, what happened, oh, what happened to us?