| It was a quiet night, night by my window
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| A night in a small town, that I barely know
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| And I stay up late, watching the sin go
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| From my head, down to my toes
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| And I feel the wind and it is burning
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| Burning like shadow and it’s not alright
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| And I go to work where I am earning
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| All of the simple things in life
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| I’m full of charm and I’m full of whiskey
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| And I’m full of shit, most of the time
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| When I go home, will you go with me
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| And will you hold me up when you say goodbye
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| You can have my breath and you can have my darkness
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| And you can have my blood if it gets you high
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| Oh but I won’t be fooled, by your short dress
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| I won’t give in, yeah I will not die
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| When the lights come on, it’s time to go home
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| Took a different way, than the one you know
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| I didn’t like the verse, didn’t like the chorus
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| Didn’t like the song, but now I do
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| I didn’t sing the words, like the one before it
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| I didn’t think of me, I didn’t think of you
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| But it brings us in, yeah it pulls us under
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| Where the water’s cold and the fish don’t bite
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| And the daylight blurs, and it feels like sleeping
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| And you say your prayers, and you say goodnight |