Back to my place

Too much noise. Too much light.

Everything is a little too much tonight.

Oh...let's get the hell out of here.

 

And let's go back to my place.

Snuggle up under the blankets.

Watch some rage on tv

In the morning I'll cook you breakfast

Could you hold me?

Could you hold me?

Could you hold me awhile?

 

I've had so much fun it's beginning to hurt.

The god's of fun have left now it's a post fun holocaust.

The beer in my hair. That song again.

Everything reminds me of everything.

 

And let's go back to my place.

Snuggle up under the blankets.

I know you get cold toes.

You can warm them against my ankles.

I could hold you.

I could hold you.

I could hold you awhile.

 

Don't worry. We'll be fine.

Just like the morning it's just a matter of time.

I've got just enough cash

So call a taxi.

 

And let's go back to my place.

Snuggle up under the blankets.

Listen to the rain outside

All sleepy spoon hug naked.

I could hold you.

You could hold me.

Forever.

I could hold you.

You could hold me.

Forever.

Forever.