Graham Louis - Ain't No Quaalude Lyrics

Ain't no quaalude, ain't no wrong
It's the kind of high that lingers on its own
Ain't no red wine in my glass
But if we keep this up I'm sure it's meant to last

Oh this kind of thing is in a short supply
But with any luck never come up dry

We get closer, share the bond
Every finger touch recalls the great beyond
Eve and Adam, atom bomb
Try to split us up you know what's goin on

Little deeper now maybe meant to be
And with a faith the size of a mustard seed (seed)

I can see it, what a life
Old in armchairs, hair that's white
And our children will be amazed
How I ever made you stay
The one that got away

La la la la
La la la la
La la la

Ceremony, vows and law
Can't we skip to everybody's favorite part
In the ballroom we indulge
Every pleasure that this moment offers us

Look around my dear savor every light, oh
Before the memories drift into the night