When Saturday comes and the sky turns black
I sit next to you and hide in a smoke-filled room
With nothing between us only a cigarette pack
We share silence and presence in the quiet gloom

Holding until the 11's and 12 o' clocks of late night
Our lighted Dunhills and incomprehensible thoughts
This fragile intimacy will soon be robbed by daylight
So we stay right here before it slips and gets caught

I always love how the hours slowly disappear
While we nod off in the wasted spaces of space-outs
And hang around in the dark with what we hold dear
The timeless strength of our friendship is brought about