On the walk home in your dead of the night
Decorations, while you're watching my eyes fall on collarbone
Nape of neck, swaying hips, wrinkled dress
I know I'm not the most beautiful in the whole wide world
But maybe on this block in the off-season
Seem to turn an eye
Used to feel so good pressing on my pride
Why do I still have to feel things in between the cheap delights?
In Heaven all the first kisses last much longer than a night
On the drive home, I pick meaningless fights
Please provoke me, I want some kind of rise
Oh, but you know not to trust a fright that appears on a Sunday night
Why do I still have to feel things in between the cheap delights?
In Heaven all the vacations last longer than a few nights
You can hold the stars until they burn right through your hands
You can outrun the whole week but Sunday catches up again
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On the walk home in your dead of the night
Decorations, while you're watching my eyes fall on collarbone
Nape of neck, swaying hips, wrinkled dress
I know I'm not the most beautiful in the whole wide world
But maybe on this block in the off-season
Seem to turn an eye
Used to feel so good pressing on my pride
Why do I still have to feel things in between the cheap delights?
In Heaven all the first kisses last much longer than a night
On the drive home, I pick meaningless fights
Please provoke me, I want some kind of rise
Oh, but you know not to trust a fright that appears on a Sunday night
Why do I still have to feel things in between the cheap delights?
In Heaven all the vacations last longer than a few nights
You can hold the stars until they burn right through your hands
You can outrun the whole week but Sunday catches up again
Decorations, while you're watching my eyes fall on collarbone
Nape of neck, swaying hips, wrinkled dress
I know I'm not the most beautiful in the whole wide world
But maybe on this block in the off-season
Seem to turn an eye
Used to feel so good pressing on my pride
Why do I still have to feel things in between the cheap delights?
In Heaven all the first kisses last much longer than a night
On the drive home, I pick meaningless fights
Please provoke me, I want some kind of rise
Oh, but you know not to trust a fright that appears on a Sunday night
Why do I still have to feel things in between the cheap delights?
In Heaven all the vacations last longer than a few nights
You can hold the stars until they burn right through your hands
You can outrun the whole week but Sunday catches up again
Writer: Jake Weinberg, Quinn Barnitt
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.