Downtown sixth street Night came quickly First time going back Left our old house Went to come down Drinking from the tap Giving up It don't feel right Cold light Dead eyed Giving up It don't feel right Last time On my mind Dreaming Windows down in your backseat Drove around to see Houses in the heights I'll be holding I'll be holding I'll be holding I'll be holding Downtown sixth street Years came quickly Held me on your back Every sundown Smoke in your mouth Blue light on your lap Giving up It don't feel right Cold light Dead eyed Giving up It don't feel right Last time On my mind Dreaming Windows down in your backseat Drove around to see Houses in the heights I'll be holding I'll be holding The heights Don't feel right Cold light Dead Eyed Giving up Don't feel right Last time On my mind Dreaming Your backseat Houses in the heights I'll be holding I'll be holding I'll be holding I'll be holding