It's You - Buffalo Bills

There’s no time, a few hours to sleep

Just drive till tomorrow

Here I go, my drunk tank’s on 'Empty'

I’ve run low on sorrow

One last demon drop is

All that’s left from our last trip

And that is the taste of you, of you

Auld lang syne you’re drunk all the time

Sing happy new year

Here’s my crime, dried up twists of lime

Is all we have left here

If I’ve had just one thing that

Could tranquilize my mind

It’s all in a drink of you, of you

Oh, oh, little one it’s you, it’s you

Are you Joan of Arc or Marie Antoinette?

Did you come here to remember or to forget?

As silly as it seems, it only happens when I dream

All at one time of you, of you

You

Truth is in your teeth

Because your smile’s beyond belief

And all that is true of you, of you

Oh, oh, little one it’s you, it’s you

You, you, oh