Damn, these cold nights do me in
when I’ve had a long, long day.
‘t starts around seven, and by ten I’m climbing the walls,
thinking maybe I should call.

It’s just this damn anxiety that toys with my sobriety
into thinking there’s something to say
when what’s left to say
it’s all been said anyway.

we staid up till early morning and you walked out my door
and it felt like i was stalling with all my words on the floor
should have walked you home one last time
instead of going to bed.

and now it should be easy for me
to let someone new into my bed i think
so I, I go out to save aye aye, I go out and I drink.

but the smoky bars are never too kind,
never too late to remind
just how I still think about you

we staid up till early morning and you walked out my door
and it felt like I was stalling with all my words on the floor

please come touch my skin
with a hand of grace
take away all that i have to face
and tell that lie that can make this whole year fly by, fly by.

we’ll stay up till early morning and you will walk out my door.
and it wont feel like I’m stalling with all my words on the floor

we’ll stay up till early morning and you wont walk out my door.
and it wont feel like I’m stalling with all my words on the floor
and i walk you home, one last time instead of going to bed.

damn these cold nights, that keep doing me in

Asha Ali – “To Bed((highly recommended))