Dutch Cove - One Phone Call Lyrics

I don't know a soul
In this hotel
I'm sharing a room with a girl
Seven years younger than me
And I miss the taste
Of my life going to waste
I'll wrestle with you in the bed
And wrap you around my neck

Oh I promise I won't, I won't, I won't
I promise I won't, I won't, I won't
Oh I promise I won't, I won't, I won't
But maybe I will

Cobblestone feet
Broke my ankle
I'm in Barcelona tonight
With Sangria blurring my sight
And I miss the voices
Inside my head
Keeping me up for a week
Now my ears they ring me to sleep

Oh I promise I won't, I won't, I won't
I promise I won't, I won't, I won't
Oh I promise I won't, I won't, I won't
But maybe I will

Oh I'd get acquainted with padded walls
To keep you as my one phone call
When I'm finally caught shooting you up like a shot
And I'd get acquainted with padded walls
To keep you as my one f*cking phone call
When they finally catch me and when they arrest me
Oh I'd still be stressing that you were a heaven

Oh I promise I won't, I won't, I won't
I promise I won't, I won't, I won't
Oh I promise I won't, I won't, I won't
But maybe I will

Maybe I will
Maybe I will
Maybe I will