Lyrics We're Gonna Make It - Death

We're Gonna Make It

Standing in the motel room
Looking out at the neon lights
Your fingers traced my lips
As we drove through the Paris nights
Weeping at the pouring rain
With blue mascara running down my face
Dancing with my trousers off
In that disco in Berlin
All I can say is
Embrace me
Embrace me
Under the neon lights
Embrace me
Smearing my lipstick in the bedroom mirror
While I cry about you
Traipsing through the streets of Rome
With sparkles in my hair
All I can say is
Embrace me
Embrace me
Under the neon lights
Embrace me