Top Shelf Whiskey
A sky blue car
Don't know where he's taking me
But I wanna go...
Far
Twilight is fading
His foot is on the gas
Don't know where we're going
But
We're gettin' there
Fast
We're gettin' there
Fast
Stars above the water
Whispers on the wind
Can't get any hotter
When the world is about to end
What's biting you, Love
Is the same that's biting me
Let's leave behind this madness
And put further out to sea
With our Top Shelf Whiskey
Four fishing poles
Don't tell me we need anything
Needing gets old
Top Shelf Whiskey
Four fishing poles
Don't tell me we need anything
Needing gets old
Needing gets old
Did you see them shooting
Sittin' over there
I swear
You'll see them better
With my fingers in your hair
There's roots under our blankets
Our skin is full of sun
Not too sure what time it is
But isn't that half the fun...
Of this Top Shelf Whiskey
Fire on these stones
Your hair is gettin' curly
And your body is in my bones
Top Shelf Whiskey
Fire on these stones
Your hair is gettin' curly
And your body is in my bones
Your body is in my bones
Backs to the city
Your hand next to mine
They'll forget
All
About
Me
And that'll be fine
Backs to the city
Faces to the dark
It's as good a time as any
For a good thing to start
As good a time as any
For a good thing to start