Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
Cold moan, held on the crest of the night
I'm too tired to fight.
So now we're pa**ing strangers, at single tables
Still trying to get over
Still trying to write love songs for pa**ing strangers
All those pa**ing strangers
And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies
Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper