So cash in all your chips tonight baby, cuz were going out of style.

we could leave this city, if only for a while.

well take this feeling to our graves

for every heart that we betrayed.

no one can know about this.

the only place ill ever call home, is my deathbed.

I know were so wrong, but it feels so right.

and its not a party, if it happens every night.

im running on empty, your running out of luck.

so lets ditch this city, before we sober up