120 Proof

With a kiss on the rooftop
You stole my heart
As I stumbled down a steep incline
And I did not expect
All that whiskey to work
But as I shot through the ceiling you caught my hand in time

And I woke up kissing just to find out who
The room was spinning at 120 proof
Spinning just to find out who
The room was kissing at 120 proof

And if I could freeze-frame
Pinpoint the clip where your heart
Where the beat
Where the beat did skip
And if I could pinpoint
Freeze-frame the clip
Then maybe I’d be onto something socially scientific

And I woke up kissing just to find out who
The room was spinning at 120 proof
Spinning just to find out who
The room was kissing at 120 proof

Maybe over a bowl of alphabet soup
We could spell out our latest attractions
Maybe over a bowl of alphabet soup
We could smell out our latest distractions