Usually when things have gone this far, people tend to disappear.
No one will surprise me unless you do.
I can tell there's something goin' on, hours seems to disappear.
Everyone is leaving, I'm still with you.
It doesn't matter what we do, where we are going to
We can stick around and see this night through.
And we don't care about the young folks, talkin' 'bout the young style
And we don't care about the old folks, talkin' 'bout the old style too
And we don't care about their own faults, talkin' 'bout our own style
All we care about is talking,
talking only me and you.
