Lights!

I meet you horny and faded

If Augusta was a painter

Bare all our portraits was set in stone

No such thing as complicated as

The languages that we use

I just wanted to be

Your darling in Beijing

I could've been

If only you knew where i'd been

To be your darling in Beijing

But don't let the sun go down on me

But don't let the sun go down on me

Cus its you

Tell'm the stories of the nights we spend alone

You tell'm the stories of the nights we spend alone

But don't let the sun go down on me

But don't let the sun go down on me

Cus its you

Tell'm the stories of the nights we spend alone

You tell'm the stories of the nights we spend alone