The Lucky Ones

In basements we fall in love

over cards and a whiskey drunk

Talking circles around ourselves

Til were too far in

Soon it starts to sneaking around

City bars, not a soul to be found

But you can't keep a secret that everybody knows

So were on our own

Leave it to the lucky ones they got the line on who to love

and who to judge

Begin again, shed the old skin

Fleshed out fakes with stone wind on their faces

Collapse into the bed where the two of us first met

To start a fire in the cold sheets, now we're finally free of them

Leave it to the lucky ones, they got the line on who to love, who to judge

Leave it to the lucky ones,they got the line on us