Lletres: The Gun Club. Idiot Waltz.

That line don't make it here no more
Nothing reanimates the old times
Black clouds to the west
Darkness coming from the East Side

Get your friends out of the car
We got a date in the trees tonight
Take off your clothes, you ain't going far
You're going to give me fun tonight

Turn on the headlights for the idiot waltz
Turn on the lights, watch us fall

Your body don't get me off no more
It takes a lot of smack to do that
We never made love in the trees
Or took you down on your mat

Now, winds of change are blowing out the fire
I feel your breath on my neck
I hear the darkness and wires

Turn on the headlights for the idiot waltz
Turn on the lights, watch us fall

It was foolish to be alive
It was foolish in a foolish time

Turn on the headlights for the idiot waltz
Turn on the lights, watch us fall