Street's cold around midnight, lip lock under streetlights, legs ain't strong, kind of swaying,
let's take it to the bench while you're saying, cause I got too involved in your run.
Told trash where you're drunk ass, let the time pass then we soon laugh.
Intervals of small talk and silence, struggling to see where the time went, can't go to yours and you can't go to mine.
Oona, I find it hard to see you go. Oona, it's getting harder to see you go.
I find it hard to see you go. It's getting harder to see you go. Getting harder to see you go.
I'll stand by, I'll stand by until you fade away. I'll stand by, I'll stand by until you fade away.
I'll stand by, I'll stand by until you fade away. I'll stand by, I'll stand by until you fade away.
Getting harder to see you go. Getting harder to see you go. I'll stand by, I'll stand by until you fade away.
Thank you guys!
