Silver Sheets

I hear it sleepin’ up inside ya

In the centre of your mind with your secrets

You wanna wear the colour of night

For sex til the stars hand the keys to the sunrise

When the city closes his eyes I’m comin’ over

When the city closes his eyes I’m comin’ over

(Ya better not get caught)

Prison bars for ya ribcage

You rattle everyday

With ya sweet-talk

Wreck ya silver sheets

I’ll see you soon

(Ya better not get caught)

Moon cut shadow on the backseat

Headlights out snaking through the backstreets

Time spent, time walked, time lost

Make it up to you if they like it or not

When the city closes his eyes I’m comin’ over

When the city closes his eyes I’m comin’ over

(Ya better not get caught)

Prison bars for a ribcage

You rattle everyday

With ya sweet-talk

Wreck ya silver sheets

I’ll see you soon

(Ya better not get caught)

Roll around like a loose chain

Get an ashtray

We got all night

Wreck ya silver sheets

I’ll see you soon

(Ya better not get caught)