Texty: Company of Thieves. Running From a Gamble. Syrup.

Days and days and dollar bags of time, feel the everlasting tide
Rows of houses, all are painted white
I lost you in the dead of night

Your love syrup, so sweet, I feel dangerous indeed
Your love syrup, so sweet

I held you in a deep blanket of sound, no one here to find us out
Never thought that you would come around
Close and clean, a hit on the mouth
Right now in a morning light, I would let you have me until you find
In bed, just like you, I let the dark into the room

Your love syrup, so sweet, I feel dangerous indeed
Your love syrup, so sweet

I know I made a mistake because I missed you

On the way down, on the way down
I know I made a mistake because I missed you
On the way down, on the way down
I know I made a mistake because I missed you
I still do, I still do, I still do
I know I made a mistake because I missed you
On the way down on the way down
Your love syrup, so sweet, I feel dangerous indeed
Your love syrup, so sweet
And it's so sweet, Ah ha and it's so sweet

But it's a damn shame!
It's a damn shame
It's a damn shame we couldn't be...