The headlights from passing cars,
They illuminate my face and leave me in the dark.
The voice of Nirvana says: come as you are.
And I will. The night time is almost ours.
The sway of the hips, playing darts.
We'll cradle you from afar.
They swing til you're tired and send you to Mars.
Night time is almost ours.
They illuminate my face and leave me in the dark.
The voice of Nirvana says: come as you are.
And I will. The night time is almost ours.
The sway of the hips, playing darts.
We'll cradle you from afar.
They swing til you're tired and send you to Mars.
Night time is almost ours.
