I see him standing silhouetted in the lamp light,
I cross the street and I quicken my pace.
He cups his hands and he lights a cigarette,
I find myself in the bones of his face.
It's just the night in my veins,
Oh, making me crawl in the dust again.
It's just the night under my skin, slipping it in.
He's got his hands in my hair and his lips everywhere,
Oh yeah, it feels good, it's alright.
Even if it's just the night in my veins.
He's got me up against the back of a pickup truck,
Out of sight of the neon and glare.
We might as well be on a beach under the moonlight,
Love's language reads the same anywhere yeah.
It's just the night in my veins,
Oh, making me crawl in the dust again.
It's just the night under my skin, slipping it in.
He's got his chest on my back across a new Cadillac,
Oh yeah, it feels good, it's alright,
Even if it's just a night in my veins.
I've got my head on the curb and I can't produce a word,
Oh yeah, feels good, so right.
Even if it's just a night in my veins,
Feels good, so right,
Even if it's just the night in my veins.
Clark Chang / cchchang@princeton.edu
Thanks to lampadarios_stacey@jpmorgan.com, caren.leon@nolte.com,
e9125767@student.tuwien.ac.at and
k.caulfield@chemistry.unimelb.edu.au for their help.
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