Night Hawk

Lyrics

I spent last night trying to write down your number
Important things like that I can't remember
This morning I tried to read my own writing
I blame it on all of those years of typing

I think I'll know what I want
When I have it
I stick my chin out at luck
It's a habit
Both of our faces are red
The sky's blue
Soir bleu unlit cigarette
And paper moons

Maybe I missed my one chance for true love
Maybe it's a sick trick from above
Watching me stumble into a yellow car
Leaving the man of my dreams at an empty bar

Face caked in rouge
Evening painted blue
Nothing left to pursue
Just go home

I think I'll know what I want
When I have it
I stick my chin out at luck
It's a habit
Both of our faces are red
And the sky's blue
Soir bleu unlit cigarette
And paper moons

I think I'll know what I want
When I have it
I stick my chin out at luck
It's a habit
Both of our faces are red
And the sky's blue
Soir bleu unlit cigarette
And paper moons

I think I'll know what I want