Besedila: Maren Ord. Tonight.

I don't know the way that I will go
I don't care whether fast or slow
Just take me there, now, anyway you can

I don't know who I really am
I don't know how to be a man
I don't know anything at all

Don't ask me tonight
Tonight, tonight

Sometimes I'll take the hand that's out
And I will never figure out
What took me there, even when I look up high

I must always use my head
Of all the little things I've ever said
I don't know anything

Don't ask me tonight
Tonight, tonight

Somehow you came along
You lifted up my head
And then you were gone
You're not yourself

Where have you been, I'm all alone
Your story is wearing thin
Tonight, tonight

Curled up on the couch alone
Just sitting, waiting there pathetically
Hoping that you'll walk through that door

I don't see you anymore
You don't see me anymore
We don't see anyone at all

Don't ask me tonight
Tonight, tonight

Don't ask me tonight
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight
Somehow, somehow