[ Featuring Lyla ]
The smoke rings in the bar
The unfinished cocktails
Running after the things
That look like a mistake
We're a bad idea
And that just feels right
My place or yours
Is the only question tonight
The sax thats saxing
The floor thats waxing
The lips that kissing tonight
The flight thats flying
The rain thats pouring
The ship thats sailing
You've started forest fires in me (fires in me)
And I clearly got no patience (got no patience)
If you are good at making the rules
I am good at being an exception
You are so surreal
I feel like I made you up
Your pomegranate lips
Guess I've said enough
The sax's still saxing
The floor's still waxing
The lips that's kissing yours
The flight's still flying
And I am not lying
Will you stop running ashore
