Nancy Sinatra

Where are you running from?
I think it's something I must have said honey
You got more fire than a loaded gun
I think I see where you're coming from

We're drunk on all red wine
We float and we fly away like cigarette ashes
The dust in the stars
We're all just looking for someone
To save us from something

It's one o'clock in the fucking morning
Mouth is tasting like bad decisions
I missed this all through your skin
We could sink like a ship
Or you can sink into me

Naked and sleeping sound
You're pretty, pretty, pretty in a bed of money
Can't stop sleeping with loaded guns
I know that I'm not the only one

We're drunk in our dark times
We're fucking with fire
And we're still aromantics
And those that have died
Looking for someone
To save them from something

It's two o'clock in the fucking morning
My mouth is tasting like bad decisions
I miss this all through your skin
We could sink like a ship
Or you could sink into me

We're falling in love
We're falling in love
We're falling in the arms that form a war
We're falling in love
We're falling in love

'Cause falling in love's not going to war
It's three o'clock in the fucking morning
Your dirty sex is a bad decision
I taste this all through your skin
We could sink like a ship
Or you can sink into me

It's four o'clock in the fucking morning
What the hell am I even doing?
It's four o'clock in the fucking morning
What the hell am I even doing?