Besedila: Southcott. Flee The Scene. Sin City: Your Bed Sheets, My Legacy.

Ill be the sea to your vacation,
A subtle vocation,
But I handle it well,
Ill be the summer to your dress,
The one Id love best,
If you didnt wear it where we slept,

So just let me go,
And Ill let you down,
Im not so ambitious without you around,
If this is our last night,
In the city of lights,
Lets lock the doors, turn out the lights, and well stop time,

So dance, dance with me,
Between the bed sheets.
And we can play these games for hours,
But we cant play them forever,
After I leave,
Youll only speak, to my answering machine