Waking up to a brand new day
I can't smell anything but the cigarette smoke
In your hair, and the whisky on your breath.

All I know is this is where I want to be -
I don't know why; it just feels so right that
I cannot complain.

You're lying beside me;
Your hair is in a mess.
Your eyes are bloodshot from the night before.

But you look beautiful. You are beautiful in every way.

I'm screaming Hallelujah as this

Plane is going down,
Well Honey I ain't done missing you yet.
Your eyes are telling me something,

But your lips scream something else tonight.
I'm screaming Hallelujah as this plane is going down,
Well Honey I ain't done kissing you yet.

These nights ain't getting any younger,
So put on your dancing shoes, and get us the Hell out of town.


Your timing couldn't be better;
I could've had you forever, but I chose to
Wait to get you when I could.

There's nothing unconventional about a
Bottle across my head or a bloodstain on the ground.
You're waiting for me, waiting up,

And I can see that look ?
I $#&@ed it up and I don't know what to do to
Make it right, to make it right with you.