Into It. Over It. ATM Diaster Scenes Lyrics

On an evening after news like that I can hardly tell what mood you're in or keep track of what time it is. Between photo opportunities and ATM disaster scenes, your secret's safe with me. But, you're blacked out from what you know. How will you get home? Take me by the wrist. Singing songs I've sang before, liquid inebriation spilling on to the Khyber's floor, you've saved your last dance for me. The best left over from the roughest week. But, you're blacked out from what you know. How will you get home?