Dark and dust, the taste of ink and booze exhale from my heart
For those who never set a plan, a couple drinks should fit us fine
Now is to late there's no sunshine
And we are about to realize
Not even close to be or last
Dance in honor of the dark
Well, I remember like it was so close
Maybe it can call it "last night"
A smokey room and the beats of a drum
That stucked in all our minds
We never want to call the day
But maybe we could dial night
And start again what you despise
We will do again, not satisfied
These days, of long nights
Our job is to stick together
Doesn't matter what's the crime
These days of long nights
Hanging out forever
We still fine and I'm not surprised
