I just had a memory Of you skipping Past me In the streets of Brazil At one in the morning
I just had a memory Of you dancing With me In the streets of Brazil At three in the morning
I just had a memory Of you dipping me Close to kissing me In the streets of Brazil At four in the morning
A tired, lopsided grin... My legs like jelly... Staring into your would-be, should-be green eyes... At one, three, and four. ... Whatever happened to 2 a.m.?