Listening to music we've heard once before
Take a shot off your drawer on the floor
Then you crawl to the bedroom
But we stop back to dull conversations grow old
You and I, we have not tell a word and while
I'm losing my humour
You're losing your smile
And the night portrays us,
the moon betrays us
And the dark end covers us
And under the covers,
like second hand lovers tonight
Seasons and sorrows and pictures we took
You stop smoking, I'm reading a book
I'm losing my vision
You're losing your looks
And the music plays better, plays sweet
To let your hair down your own heart, you sit
And you crawl to the bed
But it's not bad as it seems
And the night portrays us,
the moon betrays us
And the dark end covers us
And under the covers,
like second hand lovers tonight
Something about my voice
reminds you of
something I used to say
you used to love
And the night portrays us
the piano plays us
And the dark end covers us
And under the covers
Like second hand lovers tonight
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