Felice Brothers In The Arms Of Buffalo Bill
Tonight's the nicest night this year
Let's take a walk down to the pier
Throw our bottles at the night
Hear them fall like dynamite
Now you run, in light summer clothes
And on your hands,
Lines no one knows
In your eyes is a fire on the hill
Now you stand in the arms of Buffalo Bill
Friday night is on the town
All the boys are running around
But all night I'll be here
Holding onto you in fear
There you sit, in your own neon air
In your hands is your long braided hair
In your eyes is a fire on a hill
And now you stand in the arms of Buffalo Bill
