I'm wasted at closing time.
There's only lovers left alive.
Counting the corpses eyes.
Washed up on the morning tide.
Taking it easy.
Taking you home.
We don't belong to you.
We don't belong to you.
To you.
Watching the forum lights.
Watching the Tom Jones look unlikely.
This is the end in sight.
The beautiful friend turns ugly.
Making it easy.
Making it home.
We don't belong to you.
We don't belong to you.
We don't belong to you.
To you.
We don't belong to you.
We don't belong to you.
We don't belong to you.
Sing along.
Sing along.
Sing along.
Come on.
Come on.
Sing along.
Sing along.
Sing along.
Come on.
Come on.
We don't belong to you.
To you.
