On New Year's Eve, we ride our bikes around the town

To parties, it is hot and I am slow

Slow

The world changes, another year has passed

Will we laugh at this time next year?

I reach for your hand, I take hold of your hand

It's nice to hold a hand that isn't yours

At midnight, is it yours?

At midnight, is it yours?

At midnight

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

I ride until I'm tired and then we ride

More, you roll closer and take up my side

The further you drift out, the harder

It is to paddle back in

Slow

I reach for your hand, I take hold of your hand

It's nice to hold a hand that isn't yours

At midnight, is it yours?

At midnight, it is yours

At midnight

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

I hold in the pause when my call is to kiss you

We repeat things, repeat things, repeat things to master them

We repeat things, repeat things, repeat things to fasten them

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

I hold in the pause when my cause is to kiss you

We repeat things, repeat things, repeat things, repeat things

The repeat things, repeat things, repeat things, repeat things