Black Champagne

Sunday on a whim Things are falling in You made it to your bed But stayed up all night instead My eyes are glossed My head is tossed I'm writing underneath your gaze Don't you want to know? How this thing will go I wonder how things became so strange The battle brings new life Train the disco lights on me Drinking black champagne Diamonds in my veins My hands are growing old My teeth are paved with gold My eyes are glossed My head is tossed I'm writing underneath your gaze The battle brings new life Train the disco lights on me