Late night embraces my insights
Coming getting right to you
Twenty seven miles above the ground
I'll never go back down
So am I too late to say hello
Or I said something wrong
Now my lights go out
And my eyes are open
Coming getting right
Hot night is now getting colder
Coming getting right to you
Through the shades of town
Where I lost meaning
Of what was wrong and right
So was I too late to say hello
Or I said something wrong
Now my lights go out above the hill
Where you'll see the morning light
Every thought of you is novocaine
Running through my veins around my heart
Kills the pain
Every thought of you is novocaine
Running through my veins around my heart
Kills the pain