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