Besedila: River City Rebels. Keepsake Of Luck. Lost In.

The night I asked you for a kiss, I froze for years,
I live with that regret
Reliving those moments in a cold van
And my heart beating out of my chest
I drove to Boston; yeah I drove for your love
A bit too shy to say
"It's you that I'm lost in"
I said "It's you that I'm lost in"

It was a midnight candle light depression
Filled with her tears
That just rang loud with an old thing
that I've seen and I've been through
I said dry your eyes and try to see
I'm a bit too shy to say
"It's you that I'm lost in"
I said "It's you that I'm lost in"

If I'm 7% now, baby, that leaves 93 for you
If I'm 7% now, honey, that leaves 93 for you
If I'm 7% now, baby, that leaves 93 for you
Or is that enough for you?

It's was a long, long lonely summer full of roadside calls
and truck stop stalls
That saw me nude and lewd in
a Jacksonville jailhouse
My phone in my hand and
My heart in my throat, too ashamed to call
It's you that I'm lost in
I said it's you that I'm lost in

Tell me your dreams of lust and handcuff
And don't leave out the dirty, dirty talk
That I saved in my bank for a lonely day