Trying to make sense of why you said the things that you did
leaves me desperate for an answer.
Lucky creation, man.
It's like we stick to our convictions all out of spite.
Then
give up on love,
as dead sacrifice.
Some sleep through the night with a bottle by their bed.
Some sleep through the night
with a bottle by their bed.
It's getting late and all our friends are taking sides.
Regina, I don't wanna fight.
Regina, I don't wanna fight.
Regina, I don't wanna fight.
Wandering these streets like some sleeping stroke.
As if words could cure,
like a medicine choke.
And I've made friends with diebots and rugs and hotels.
But I've been sipping sake on your steps.
Some sleep through the night
with a bottle by their bed.
Some sleep through the night with a bottle by their bed.
I know it's been a while since I left.
And I miss prairie nights and northern lights.
And I miss waking up in your bed.
Regina, I don't wanna fight.