Hidden Place (feat. Luca Cavina)

Walk with me to a hidden place and we’ll find ourselves quite awake I pour my beer as I settle back with a cigarette in my hand A fine evening, a fine evening, a fine evening Excuse me, sir, may I sit here close  Go ahead No one else will hear, no one else No one else will hear no one else My love holding his hands over my eyes as we inch towards the stairs Stripped down to our underwear liable to break our necks No one else will hear, no one else No one else will hear no one else No one else will hear no one else They are wagering over me Placing bets late at night Noise of bones, the hush after each roll, Keeps me awake, double stroke They’re American sailors, they’re American sailors, American sailors They’re American sailors, they’re American sailors, American sailors