Desperate Days - SSQ, Jon st. james

I was an artist living in Paris

You were sixteen

Off by the seaside, we had a great time

Champagne 'til three

You started every fashion

Looking casual chic

A trashy midnight fashion just for me

These are the desperate days for young lovers

We are the daring, the mighty survivors

I order oysters, you look unhappy

We get saltines

Everything’s all right

We promise no fight

Just wait and see

You’ve got a lot of nervous energy electric

I’m gonna make you use it all on me

These are the desperate days for young lovers

We are the daring, the mighty survivors

You got an offer, two weeks in Rio

Breakfast and tea

Wrote you a letter, I’ll never send it

It’s not like me

Cold nights on café corners

Drinking lonely 'til three

Who wakes you in the morning?

It’s not me

These are the desperate days for young lovers

We are the daring, the mighty survivors

These are the desperate days for young lovers

We are the daring, the mighty survivors

(Ooh, desperate days)