Five hundred twenty-one days since I saw you last.
I can't even count the ways that I have made you laugh.
My tucked-in shirt is no surprise. My tuckered face is pure disguise.
The camera's off anyways.
Are you wanting more tonight?
All the passengers arrive. They solved their fighting at the show.
After darkness comes the light, so we're hiding, still, still against the row.
My succession was unjust. My possessions turn to rust.
The cabinet's locked anyways.
Follow. Sneak a look.
Follow. Catch that crook.
Are you wanting more tonight?
- afm