These are nights of fly paper porch lights.
Rendezvous I french kiss at midnight.
Timeout! My mouth is shut now.
Technicolor montage then fade out.
These are nights I fall behind.
Fantastic! Bestest friend of mine
Through squinted eyes the world looks fine!

Passed out for miles hungover.
Flip side’s on my side, so sure.
These nights, these jukebox weekends.
With any luck we’ll keep them secret!
Theses are nights I fall behind
Fanstastic! Bestest friend of mine
Through squinted eyes the world looks fine.

What’s that? That was probably nothin.
Who’s this? This is none of my business.
What no? I’m about to work that out.
Please work that out…