Fjer Long Nights
Smokey rooms, crowded bars, claustrophobia
Blood on your chin reminding us
Long nights in our past
Smokey rooms, crowded bars, claustrophobia
Sweat in your palms, reminding us
Long nights in our past
Smokey rooms, crowded bars, claustrophobia
Red in your eyes reminding us
Long nights in our past
When the music is starting to fade out
And the flowers on the grass are wilting now
And the houses are burning to the ground
All that we fought for
Smokey rooms, crowded bars, claustrophobia
Chaos in me reminding us
Long nights in my past
Long nights in my past
When the music is starting to fade out
And the flowers on the grass are wilting now
And the houses are burning to the ground
All that we fought for