Old Dances
Your lips are darker than beforeand the bags under your eyes are blacker than they wereand there's something different about your skinand nobody knows how you got home last night
Your lips are darker than beforeand the bags under your eyes are blacker than they wereand there's something different about your skinand nobody knows how you got home last night
Your bones are making me feel weary and when you speakI can't hear a word that you say
Your bones are making me feel weary and when you speakI can't hear a word that you sayand nobody knows how you got home last night
And still no one knows how you got home last night
If there were three old dances we could dance maybeThree old songs that we could sing maybeeverything could be alright
But i keep trippin' up the steps and there are just some words I forgetand the tunes are fuzzy in my mind
And nobody knows how you got home last nightstill nobody knows how you got home
And my brain hurts and my soul is achingand i'm not sure if my heart can take itAnd my brain hurts and my soul does ache and II have never felt this much painAnd my brain hurts and my sould does ache and I think my heart's about to break
And nobody knows how you got home last nightStill, no one knows how you got home last night