Nose down, what you gonna do when. Parties fade and your make-up starts to smear. Only scene is a grand entrance. Silver screen is another brand new year.
It's nine-eighteen, yeah, it's coffee colored evening. The headlights spin shadows on the ceiling. I'm left here with the Gideon Bible. Long strands of her hair trickle down the bed.
Bomb, bombs away, so much safer. Than a loaded gun and I won't blink. 'Cause you're softer than a sharpened blade. And I need you and you need me. . Na na na naah, na na na naah.