we drank as much as we could

and she drank more than she should

we sumbled out of this cheap whiskey bar

and that is the story so far



guided by the dim streetlights

we walked through the black harbour night

no people, no passing car

well, that is the story so far



- she things she smells the northland snow

northland snow

and she's as glad as I to go

ay, to go

hey very bolts are sick for shore

sick for shore

and I, I want it ten times more

ten times more



she silenced her mouth when I asked for her name

and she asked me please do the same

she said it'a all written in the stars

and that is the story so far



but she whispered her name when I kissed her goodbye

her voice stained by whiskey and tar

she went back to where she belonged, and I

I went back to the bar



your dance like liquid fire

like crystal methedrine

you make the stars come closer

the most beautiful girl I've seen