Dusk clouds are coloured, a soft-faded shade of pink
It makes the blue hour look apocalyptic
In the beginning it seemed to be another grey cloud filled with ink
But the end's got a pretty cryptic charm to it, don't you think?
We try not to disturb the neighbours with our fleeting flings
But we can't quit playing
Drinking games and sharing drinks
We keep dancing to local bands with shoes off
In the living, what memories are made of
The scenario's bursting with a glowing neon kind of blue
Say you can hear my voice in your car's radio through some old tune
That's just so crazy 'cause yours taunts me on empty avenues
Like a requiem, a farewell piece to all what's new
You talk about me only through idyllic adjectives
I fake a smile and just to mess, pretend that bothers me
Want you to whisper your best lies close to my ear
And convince me I've got nowhere to be but here
