Death Of The Night

Rare Americans

Composición de: Jared Priestner
The lights are out
And our heads are on the floor
You lay with me so comfortably
I don’t know what the hell I'm waiting for

Every night when I fall asleep
It’s absurd to me that these
Thoughts repeat so vividly
It’s clear to me that you’re my kinda girl

You're my kinda girl
You're my kind

Can’t help but
Think of you in the dead of the night
Got this feelin’ that lingers
A moth on a light
Grey skies, the west coast is rumblin’
Can’t shake the thought of you
At someone else’s side

Yeah, I want you by my side
I want you by my side

Goin’ outside to try to clear my head
I don’t know where I'm going
Should I pull back or in?
Walkin’ around, I'm overthinking it
I'm so caught up in what ifs
Yeah, why can’t I just commit?
Why can’t I just commit?
Why can’t I just commit?

'Cause I can’t help but
Think of you in the dead of the night
Got this feelin’ that lingers
A moth on a light
Grey skies, the west coast is rumblin’
Can’t shake the thought of you
At someone else’s side

I want you by my side
I want you by my side
I want you by my side

In the dead of the night
In the dead of the night

This is where we say
Our final thoughts
I don’t know what happens next
Am I on my own in this one?
The words caught up in my chest

This is where I say
My final thoughts
I don’t know what happens next
Am I on my own in this one?
The words caught up in my chest
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