You know the night is oh-so young.
You know that there is so much time to do what must be done.
Oh yeah.
I wanna hear your breathing grow.
I wanna know that I'm responsible for making you feel so good.
This old friend of mine like to take a drink to clear his mind.
This old friend of mine doesn't have a soul inside.
It's almost like we're killing time.
It's almost like your world is spinning so let's get you home.
Oh yeah.
I can feel you reaching there.
I can feel your warm soft skin.
One for the road?
This old friend of mine likes to take a drink to clear his mind.
This old friend of mine doesn't have a soul inside.
This old friend of mine, a scotch on the rocks at breakfast time.
This old friend of mine doesn't have a soul inside.
I wanna hear your breathing slow.
I wanna know that I'm responsible for making you feel so cold.