The rooftop creaks, beneath that beat,
illuminate the world above.
A silver screen, of red and cream,
and fall our seats, folded plastic sheets.
Two bottles sitting on the wall,
above the city night.
It's all I can do to come to you,
until you're kissing me.
But in you're place, an empty space,
illusionate my absent love.
Sunlight breaks, I see her face,
tracing dots, but I forgot.
Two bottles sitting on the wall,
above the city night.
It's all I can do to come to you,
until you're kissing me.
(repeat)
I miss the fire in you're eyes,
I'm chasing shadows of you.
I find inspectors and ghosts,
I need them over with you.
(repeat)
Two bottles sitting on the wall,
above the city night.
It's all I can do to come to you,
until you're kissing me.
Two bottles sitting on the wall,
above the city night.
I will see wake you here with me.
Why are you kissing me?
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