Angie’S Wedding

Where's everyone heading on a day like this?
Bank holiday Sunday marry me, angie in big red letters
I wonder if she did?
No war but class war on the motorway bridge
Love spelled backwards on the next, police tape encircles flowers
A little note reads 'no regrets'
A bedsheet tapestry hangs 'support our local lad' he's on reality TV
Put your head on my shoulder just try to get some sleep
Police witness please
Sun angrily beats, 100 million chevrons away
I'll be fine in just need you to stay, okay?
And i hope Angie did get married
And that local lad became the influencer
He always thought he wanted to be
Happy 13th birthday Alfie reads another sign on a lay-by
And they're all celebrating somewhere together in my minds eye
The doers and the dreamers
In an working men's club watching Angie cut her cake
A yoga teacher that used to rave
And a former spice girl that married a saint
A ticker-tape parade for the ones who made it
You can be my plus one if you let me hold you naked or
By your ankles over the motorway
Sign our names in aerosol and paint
Me and you and Angie we're all the same

And i hope she made it
And i hope she made it
And I hope she did

It's the wedding of the century
I don't know how to feel
All the things we were meant to be
In the moment revealed

And i hope she made it
Coz not many of us do
And i can't explain it
You just light up the room

It's the wedding of the century
I don't know how to feel
All the things we were meant to be
In the moment revealed

And i hope she made it
Coz not many of us do
And i can't explain it
You just light up the room

And I hope she made it