[Storyteller.]

It’s twelve o’ clock
and I need your attention.
It’s like the alcohol
making my head spin.
You scent is the rum,
the room is a bottle,
keeping me hopeless
‘til I wake tomorrow.

And if tonight ever
makes a difference,
the way that I feel,
the way that I’ll remember it,
I’ll take this down
until the glass remains,
swallow the words
that I was meant to say.

It’s a long drive
back to Vegas skies.
So I don’t, I make one
more wrong turn tonight so...

Say goodnight, our first goodbye.
I’ve only got forever and forever is fine.
Just take your time.
We’ll stop the clock together
and know that the timing was right.

All of these guards,
they stand tall and defensive,
putting up walls around
what was once innocent.
It won’t let me in,
but I’m stronger than that,
'cause you stole my eyes
and I’ll never look back.

Girl, last night I forgot to mention
the way that I feel,
the way that I’ll remember this.
When we’re this young,
we have nothing to lose,
just the clock to beat,
and a hand to choose.

It’s a long drive
back to Vegas skies.
So I don’t, I make one
more wrong turn tonight so...

Say goodnight, our first goodbye.
I’ve only got forever and forever is fine.
Just take your time.
We’ll stop the clock together
and know that the timing was right.

It’s a long way down.
Just fall into place
and you’ll fall into me.
We'll make it out, you’ll see...