The Walkmen
The Walkmen
The Walkmen
The Walkmen
The Walkmen
The Walkmen
The Walkmen
The Walkmen
The Walkmen
The Walkmen
The Walkmen
The Walkmen
The Walkmen
The Walkmen
Well, it's back to the battle today
But I wouldn't have it any other way
'Cause tonight we'll be crazy as kooks
I'm dancing, grooving
This lovely wooden floor
The tom-toms are beating on
Eyes are so sore
There is still sand in my suitcase
There is still salt in my teeth
I kissed her in the window
She covered up her face
She's pretty, Sherry
But I'm far, far too late
Someone said, "Man, let's take a drive"
So here I am
Oh, so here I am
I crashed up a party, nickels and dimes
A handful of strangers, all friends of mine
I know that you're married, rings on your hand
So I didn't stay 'til the end
I don't need a Christmas card
You don't need to write
Last Christmas was black and blue
But this year is white
The void repeats, repeats a sound so deep in my head
Goodnight, keep your shirt on
You can leave the way you came