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 Were 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?