Bar

Well we followed you like children

With our candy and our collars to the Jane

In my heavy hands

A bottle nearing empty when you came

In August weather

And the man behind the counter

Says he likes to see it wasted on the young, young, young

You know I'm one for nothing, but there was a difference

It's a thrill like a drug in your arms

Make you weep, make you weak when you're young

But it's not love

When the August sun is rising

You can feel it disconnecting with a buzz

We'll meet behind in secret

Imagine something deeper in the dark

In August weather

Yeah we steal in the dark like the thieves that we are

We steal in the dark when we lose what we lost, it happens

In the dead of the night, all alone with the tigers

Wearing the lives we laid out for ourselves

In the dead of the night, all alone with the tigers

Picking our fights and chasing our tales

In the dead of the night, all alone with the tigers

Dead of the night, all alone with the tigers

Dead of the night, all alone with the tigers

In the dead of the night

It's a thrill like a drug in your arm

Make you weep, make you weak when you're young

I'm the girl with the pearls and the charms

I can make you believe for a while

But it's not love