Sophisticated mood swings
We've got champagne taste
But not enough money for the real thing
We've got flames in our veins
And just enough money for the weekend
And last night I did things
With the people I shoudn't see
In the places that I should not go
It felt like love and drugs
She's spinning perfect blue buildings
While I'm counting crows inside my head
We've got champagne taste
But not enough money for the real thing
We've got flames in our veins
And just enough money for the weekend
And last night I did things
With the people I shoudn't see
In the places that I should not go
It felt like love and drugs
Let the waves of strange fall down
Let them crash and drift around
And last night I did things
Your mother tells you not to
With the people I shoudn't see
In the places that I should not go
It felt like love and drugs
It felt like love and drugs
It felt like love and drugs