Come taste the residue of beer on my tongue, love.
Feel the final days of December cold falling away
Mix your legs with mine beneath my sheets
We don't have to do anything, love.
Especially not what we're told.
There's a new year brewing, are you ready?
Nothing will change, it'll all feel the same,
But it gives the impression that a fresh start is inevitable
Oh I hope that's true
I'd start it off with you