Made in moonlight mood of cold night I can't think of your name. Stealing scenes for certain stories I'm so glad I came. Snowy streets few others can
I sip poison that cures and dream of rainy days and of northwestern shores "just one more step," you say. So here we go, I'll pack my bags and head
I'll down Keystones drunk and alone planning things to say saying things planned to empty cans same shit different day [Chorus] I've had enough to drink
for coffee and a cigarette and talk about how feelings get when we hear certain songs that hit the spot and put us in a world that's not. Sing me songs
