The night is coming to an end Can I have one last dance? Stand close to you and pretend Give this rite of passage one last kiss Your T-shirt is damp with sweat I have nothing to hide behind
It's all connected and intertwined
I am drunk and lost for words There's nothing to stand on I'll go home and lick my wounds
I'll just have to trust the good and accept the bad Mourn what I once had and get out of bed