Testo: Lannen Fall. Drunk Enough To Dance.

Take a step down and start to fail.
It's time to write a history and not only recount what makes us proud.
In she walks, a memory I want no part of until now.
(She) pulls me down again, a temptress so vacant.
What did I want this for?
What am I waiting for?

We've lost ours in crashed cars.
These endless nights lead us on.
We've been wrong all along, but I feel right.

The glasses pile higher.
We find it hard to stand.
Take her number, take her hand.
Our hips are hugged together.
I hear her whispers roam (as) she drags me out there
"Drive me home."

We've lost ours in crashed cars.
These endless nights lead us on.
We've been wrong all along, but I feel right.

We've lost ours in crashed cars.
These endless nights lead us on.
We've been wrong all along, but I feel right.
But I feel right.

We've lost ours in crashed cars.
These endless nights lead us on.
Don't lead me on.
Don't lead me on

(Thanks to laceaubgg for these lyrics)