Nights Turn to Nothing

They say nothing compares to a Sunday morning's
lonely gliding light
But right now the church bells are silent and still
In the heat of a Saturday night
Over a front yard of dead grass, I yell so you hear me
"Hey are you alright?"
You roll down your window, like I was a widow
And I'm starting to think you might
Be the one
When nights turn to nothing
And I was in love with your Levi's and a Springsteen record
It's become
Black bras and breakfast
And you hold your breath while
you're wishing I could do much better
The streetlights projected a vision of Mary
And my stomach is tied in knots
Out past Nevada we'll dream of forever
'Til I tell you everything I've lost
All of the lovers that I've ever known
come alive in a singular thought
I'm slowly burning while you're now determined
to be the only thing I've got
Leave and run
When nights turns to nothing
And I was in love with your Levi's and a Springsteen record
It's become
Black bras and breakfast
And you hold your breath while
you're wishing I could do much better
And I'm wishing I could do much better
Leave and run
When nights turns to nothing
And I was in love with your Levi's and a Berman record
It's become
Black bras and breakfast
And you hold your breath while
you're wishing I could do much better
And I'm wishing I could do much better
Well I'm thinking I could do much better