Woo!

Midnight bodies in the basement

Laugh and twist their face

Far from home my eyes see torment

Strangers in a race

Why are you getting cold?

Juvenile destruction death is your faction

I’m getting old

Why aren’t you?

You’re growing cold

Nashville nights have more than meets eyes

When seen in the mist

Steal your kisses in the staircase

Enter at your own risk

I’m getting old

Why aren’t you?

You’re getting cold

Yeah!

Nashville nights

Nashville nights

Nashville

Nashville

Nashville

Ah