Of chocolate cake, of crushed flower
At half past midnight the place emptied out
A frozen kiss, tasted like Milan
I smelled a bit of tour life
Of damn me, of the time I've wasted
And deep down say 'hey, how many awful things
you must've gone through'
Palate on palate, now it feels like we get each other
Now it feels like we understand
We look like good friends
And you cry on the pillow
All my tears
And when I drink without you
When I suck like you
Subway at half past midnight
A glance inside the house
A kiss without pause, tasted like Long Island
I smelled a bit of tour life
Of damn me, of the time I've wasted
And deep down say 'hey, how many awful things
That I must've gone through'
Palate on palate, now it feels like we get each other
We look like good friends
And you cry on the pillow
All my tears
And when I drink without you
When I suck like you
When I suck like you)
And when I drink without you
When I suck like you)
When I suck like you