The Walkmen Follow

Well, it's back to the battle today
But I wouldn't have it any other way
'Cause tonight we'll be crazy as kooks

I'm dancing, grooving
This lovely wooden floor
The tom-toms are beating on
Eyes are so sore

There is still sand in my suitcase
There is still salt in my teeth

I kissed her in the window
She covered up her face
She's pretty, Sherry
But I'm far, far too late

Someone said, man let's take a drive

I crashed up a party, nickels and dimes
A handful of strangers, all friends of mine
I know that you're married, rings on your hand
So I didn't stay 'til the end

I don't need a Christmas card
You don't need to write
Last Christmas was black and blue
But this year it's white

The void repeats, repeats a sound
So deep in my head
Goodnight, keep your shirt on
You can leave the way you came

Well, it's back to the battle today
But I wouldn't have it any other way
'Cause tonight we'll be crazy as kooks