But I didn't tell you anything
I'll show up at dinner with submachine guns
With you was it poison or dark chocolate?
It's gonna be a long night
And I'll dance it off naked
When I see you, the wind sets the bells ringing
A window shatters while my blood pressure spikes
Leaving would be nothing but normal
If only your universe weren't the same
But I didn't tell you anything
I'll show up at dinner with submachine guns
With you was it poison or dark chocolate?
And carved a mark on my liver with razor blades
Then you crash at my place the following week
With you, some fool falls in love and regrets it
It's gonna be a long night
And I'll dance it off naked
What does being a saint depend on?
Out of bed there's no mercy
Same old tragicomic scene
I'd say, overall, I'm not feeling great
Maybe 'cause your glass is only the third
But I didn't tell you anything
I'll show up at dinner with submachine guns
With you was it poison or dark chocolate?
And carved a mark on my liver with razor blades
Then you crash at my place the following week
With you, some fool falls in love and regrets it
It's gonna be a long night
And I'll dance it off naked
What does being a saint depend on?
But it happened in a moment of madness
But I didn't tell you anything
I'll show up at dinner with submachine guns
With you was it poison or dark chocolate?
It's gonna be a long night
And I'll dance it off naked
What does being a saint depend on?