Dead of the Night - Rare Americans

The lights are out\nAnd our heads are on the floor\nYou lay with me so comfortably\nI don’t know, what the hell, I’m waiting for\nEvery night when I fall asleep\nIt’s absurd to me that these\nThoughts repeat so vividly\nIt’s clear to me that you’re my kinda girl\nYou’re my kinda girl\nYou’re my kind\nCan’t help but\nThink of you in the dead of the night\nGot this feelin' that lingers\nA moth on a light\nGrey skies, the west coast is rumblin'\nCan’t shake the thought of you\nAt someone else’s side\nYa, I want you by my side\nI want you by my side\nGoin' outside to try to clear my head\nI don’t know where I’m going\nShould I pull back or in?\nWalkin' around, I’m overthinking it\nI’m so, caught up in what if’s\nYa why can’t I just commit?\nWhy can’t I just commit?\nWhy can’t I just commit?\nCause I can’t help but\nThink of you in the dead of the night\nGot this feelin' that lingers\nA moth on a light\nGrey skies, the west coast is rumblin'\nCan’t shake the thought of you\nAt someone else’s side\nI want you by my side\nI want you by my side\nI want you by my side\nIn the dead of the night\nIn the dead of the night\nThis is where we say\nOur final thoughts\nI don’t know what happens next\nAm I on my own in this one?\nThe words caught up in my chest\nThis is where I say\nMy final thoughts\nI don’t know what happens next\nAm I on my own in this one?\nThe words caught up in my chest