Midnight

Six-seven-thirty, wake up I take off all my makeup But I can feel there's something wrong (there's something wrong) I swear I've seen this city Your hands, they look so pretty I hope we feel it all night long (feel it all night long) A tattoo that won't stop bleeding Snake in your head I'm feeding We won't be happy 'til it's gone (happy 'til it's gone) Skin-tight, it feels like leather Red lights and stormy weather I don't think we can go back home (we can't go back home)