Nancy Sinatra

Where are you running from?

I think it's something I must have said honey

You got more fire than a loaded gun

I think I see where you're coming from

We're drunk on all red wine

We float and we fly away like cigarette ashes

The dust in the stars

We're all just looking for someone

To save us from something

It's one o'clock in the fucking morning

Mouth is tasting like bad decisions

I missed this all through your skin

We could sink like a ship

Or you can sink into me

Naked and sleeping sound

You're pretty, pretty, pretty in a bed of money

Can't stop sleeping with loaded guns

I know that I'm not the only one

We're drunk in our dark times

We're fucking with fire

And we're still aromantics

And those that have died

Looking for someone

To save them from something

It's two o'clock in the fucking morning

My mouth is tasting like bad decisions

I miss this all through your skin

We could sink like a ship

Or you could sink into me

We're falling in love

We're falling in love

We're falling in the arms that form a war

We're falling in love

We're falling in love

'Cause falling in love's not going to war

It's three o'clock in the fucking morning

Your dirty sex is a bad decision

I taste this all through your skin

We could sink like a ship

Or you can sink into me

It's four o'clock in the fucking morning

What the hell am I even doing?

It's four o'clock in the fucking morning

What the hell am I even doing?