A blanket between your boney knees
I'll lend you 200 quid for a flight across the ocean
Lets begin at the beginning , we're lovers and we're losers
The way you roll your eyes, the way you taste
So I offered love and it was not required, what else can I do?
She had eyes bright enough to burn me, they reminded me of yours
I was a statuette, now im drunk as hell on a piano bench
She looked just like a baby bird, all new and wet and trying to light a Parliament
I was a hopeless romantic, now im just turning tricks
I'd kill you, but then I'd miss you
Oh, boo, what can I do? It's not me, yeah, it's you.
I don't even mind who you'll be waking with tomorrow;
mama you're just on my mind.
When I put my arms around you, I mean it
We huddled close In the bus stop enclosure enfolding.Our hands tightly holding.
I'll never forget how that black dress fell upon your white neck
We simply swayed. Side to side. Side by side.
How could I have ever lost you?
You're so young, I don't care what you've done wrong
Orange streetlights flashing on your hair, washing your face
Sweetly haggard, darkly laquered
Your daughters weren't careful
As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay. And you wouldn't want me any other way
I said honey, I said baby, you were born with stars in your eyes
We followed our instincts in the worst kind of ways
I was laughin' and drinkin' and smokin' and singin'
As 4 in the morning came on cold and boring
She doesn't get it, It's all before she was born
You're a hard kid, don't take it to heart
Where I'm headed, you just don't know the way
A hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
Call every girl we ever met Maria
She looks so pretty, but shes only sixteen
Called you at your friends house, but you don't return my calls
The kiss on your lips is rock n' roll
All because your stubbornness was shining through your braces
Sure miss your sweet old voice
You played in bars, you play guitar
If I'm having fun then it's breaking your heart
If I could go back in time I'd bring you back a quaalude
We call each other up when we're messed up, say we'll meet in the new year
I was a little drunk and lookin' for company
You think you're so bad but you're just badly raised
Worn out hearts and teeth of gold
Hanging out sad in the back of a death metal show
Seven little letters and a bag of blow
A glass of water, some whiksey, the smoke in you hair
The conversations with the little white lies
We got so drunk that night I hardly remember driving you home
Torn up knees and calloused finger tips
Maggie and the devil in the California streets
The bible is a bottle and the hardwood floor is home
Old enough enough to know better, young enough to pretend
We're doing pretty good if we just get out alive
In Summer's When You'll Really Know
I wanna do right, but not right now
Hanging with the two-bit ladies, soakin' up the Florida sun
Heave your fiercest sigh, see if that'll work
If it weren't for the flashlight shining in my face, maybe I could resist
I've never done this kind of thing before, have you?
I recognized your number, it's burned into my brain
A few more songs from the all night radio
It's a recent aquisition, we should probably ditch the plates
Drinking whiskey reminds me of you
We were just a phase of flowers, happy days and happy hours
The worn out tape of Chris Ledoux, lonely women and bad booze
We stood with pistols, fought back to back
The blinding hindsight, the long dead star light
We'll toast that we're back home, we'll toast this damn town
The aching amplitutdes that set our needles all a flickering
San Francisco sounds nice, Brooklyn might suit me just fine
Once, when we were young and crass enough to care
Fight with your right hand, caress with your left hand
There's always someone somwhere
Watch where you step, I'll watch where I stab
You have to be the cutest grave digger I've ever seen
In my hour of darkness, I keep council with the dead
Don't underestimate my intentions, they're intentional
There is only one thing I've ever dreamed about
A double bed and a stalwart lover for sure
In care of fin de siecle, mit luftwaffe
Looked that white girl in the face, told her this was our last dance
I still remember every word you said, like I always said I would
I never did ask and she moved away
Fifty and crazy, big hair and cocaine
Bloody knuckles and a broken nose
Another Round For My Friends, I'll Get Paid Back Later
No Matter How The DIce Didn't Roll