And it starts, sometime around midnight.
hoặc at least that’s when bạn lose yourself
for a một phút hoặc two.
As bạn stand, under the bar lights.
And the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while.
And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile.
And that white dress she’s wearing
bạn haven’t seen her for a while.
But bạn know, that she’s watching.
She’s laughing, she’s turning.
She’s holding her tonic like a cross*.
The room’s suddenly spinning.
She walks up and asks how bạn are.
So bạn can smell her perfume.
bạn can see her lying naked in your arms.
And so there’s a change, in your emotions.
And all these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind.
Of the curl of your bodies,
like two perfect circles entwined.
And bạn feel hopeless and homeless
and Mất tích in the haze of the wine.
Then she leaves, with someone bạn don’t know.
But she makes sure bạn saw her.
She looks right at bạn and bolts.
As she walks out the door,
your blood boiling
your stomach in ropes.
Oh and when your Những người bạn say,
“What is it? bạn look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Then bạn walk, under the streetlights.
And you’re too drunk to notice,
that everyone is staring at you.
bạn just don’t care what bạn look like,
the world is falling around you.
bạn just have to see her.
bạn just have to see her.
bạn just have to see her.
bạn just have to see her.
bạn just have to see her.
bạn know that she’ll break bạn in two
hoặc at least that’s when bạn lose yourself
for a một phút hoặc two.
As bạn stand, under the bar lights.
And the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while.
And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile.
And that white dress she’s wearing
bạn haven’t seen her for a while.
But bạn know, that she’s watching.
She’s laughing, she’s turning.
She’s holding her tonic like a cross*.
The room’s suddenly spinning.
She walks up and asks how bạn are.
So bạn can smell her perfume.
bạn can see her lying naked in your arms.
And so there’s a change, in your emotions.
And all these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind.
Of the curl of your bodies,
like two perfect circles entwined.
And bạn feel hopeless and homeless
and Mất tích in the haze of the wine.
Then she leaves, with someone bạn don’t know.
But she makes sure bạn saw her.
She looks right at bạn and bolts.
As she walks out the door,
your blood boiling
your stomach in ropes.
Oh and when your Những người bạn say,
“What is it? bạn look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Then bạn walk, under the streetlights.
And you’re too drunk to notice,
that everyone is staring at you.
bạn just don’t care what bạn look like,
the world is falling around you.
bạn just have to see her.
bạn just have to see her.
bạn just have to see her.
bạn just have to see her.
bạn just have to see her.
bạn know that she’ll break bạn in two