Grey hat renderings
I know I'm clearly on the brink
Or on the ledge
For, which is which?
I don't know anymore
I don't know anymore
Well it's a Vegas kind of night
Slide a coin into the slot
Don't know where you are
But I know where you are not
Losing's in the air
And it's rubbing off on me
I'm trying to look cool
But I'm sure I look naive
It's hard to look cool
When you're choking on your drink
White Florida sun, Mexican sea
Well, they're calling out to me
Sound like the snow, bodies in gold,
Well, I'm leaving losing street
But I've got to let you know
Before I leave you
I placed every bit I had on you loving me, dear
When I lost it all it wasn't just in vain
Oh, you know the house has won again
White Florida Sun, Mexican sea
Well, they're calling out to me
Sound like the snow, bodies in gold,
Well, I'm leaving losing street
But I've got to let you know
Before I leave you
I placed every bit I had on you loving me, dear
When I lost it all it wasn't just in vain
Oh, you know the house has won again
(I lost it all)
