Vegas Skies
It's twelve o'clock and I need your attention,
Feels like the alcohol making my head spin.
The sand is a wall, the room is a bottle,
Keeping me hopeless till I wake tomorrow.
And if tonight ever makes a difference,
The way that I feel, the way that I'll remember it.
I'll take this down till the glass remains,
Swallow the words that I was meant to say.
It's a long drive, back to Vegas Skies.
Feels like the alcohol making my head spin.
The sand is a wall, the room is a bottle,
Keeping me hopeless till I wake tomorrow.
And if tonight ever makes a difference,
The way that I feel, the way that I'll remember it.
I'll take this down till the glass remains,
Swallow the words that I was meant to say.
It's a long drive, back to Vegas Skies.