Nightdogs

Well, you found the butterflies

It's funny how we're alike

Is your tummy full tonight like mine?

Wine flights of cheap champagne

And that night we stayed up late

For the sunrise that never came

Through the clouds and pouring rain

Oh, tease, I bet you're sitting in a pile

Of stolen LPs on your dirty floor

Wish you were here with me

I'm doing better now

But I've still got the disease

You're an artist with a steady wrist

And I'm just a sad scientist singing

About who I kissed last night

In your shoes, I'd walk a mile

It takes one to know once in a while I do (feel blue, too)

And the worst thing about the changing weather

Is the leaves turn and you ain't no better

And you'll never be

That's the beauty of those lovely leaves

I've still got the disease

I've still got the disease