A series of two-minute dreams, while she lies next to me with a light on
Outside the cold wintry rain starts falling again, makes her feel so warm
And her tongue's so sweet, in a way that gin and cigarettes have no right to be
She says, baby, what you done to me?
I whisper, darling, what will you do?
Turn out to be
At night it's always intense, our hedonistic pretense in a bubble
But with the morning comes doubt as she slowly comes around
To the whiskey on the bedside table
And she regrets what she did
But deep down she can't believe in these breadcrumb sins
She says, baby, is it all this smoking and drinking?
I whisper, darling, it's just the way that got you thinking
I whisper, darling, it's just the way that got you thinking
I whisper, darling, it's just the way that got you thinking
Our eyes merged in the bathroom mirror of a friend
They said, I'll meet you here
Oh God, I'll meet you here again
Yes, her eyes spinning such gorgeous stories
They said, baby, you were part
Of the world
Of me
A series of two-minute dreams
While she lies next to me
With the light on
Outside the cold winter rain starts
Falling again makes her feel so warm
Outside the cold winter rain starts

And her tongue's so sweet
In a way that gin and cigarettes have no right to be
She says, baby, what you done to me?
I whisper, darling, it's just the way it ought to be
I whisper, darling, it's just the way that got you thinking
I whisper, darling, it's just the way it ought to be