Laid up under covers like bulls and matadors
Had to salt some old wounds I'll talk to you in the morn
When everybody sees you out in your dress
I'd like to be everybody then, but not like all the rest
There's a push and pull and a duel on the phone
Could the sun come up a little later?
Couldn't I just stay here in your arms?
Sometimes I spit out silly songs
Can't be good tomorrow if that's when you'll be gone
I've been counting cards in Las Vegas with my friends
Bet it all on red tried to pass on all the trends
Could you hold me tighter because I'm afraid again
Is this just a starting line or a fate made twisted end
Pull up under covers where right becomes left
Could I lay my head upon your shoulder?
Could I be the one you let in?
Are we both the kind of people who build or destroy
This crazy thing that we began?
West Coast sure gets cold with out ya
Are we both the kind of people who build or destroy
This crazy thing that we began?
West Coast sure gets cold with out ya