You’re waiting on an invitation
But you’re waiting at the back of the line
You talk like we were meant to marry
You talk like there’s some great truth to find

Tell me that you mean it
Bleed me dry
They say that you’re fleeting
Away with the night
(You’ve got your)
Your fathers temper
Your mothers eyes
Tell me that you mean it
Tell me you’re away with the night

You throw your arms up to the ceiling
And you throw yourself in-between the lines
You grit your teeth and say you don’t feel it
And you play like you’re the innocent kind

Tell me that you mean it
Bleed me dry
They say that you’re fleeting
Away with the night
(You’ve got your)
Your fathers temper
Your mothers eyes
Tell me that you mean it
Tell me you’re away with the night

Remember when the nights they were bigger
We took it all in as if we’d been blind
Remember how you said you were younger
But you said you’d take it all in your stride

Tell me that you mean it
Bleed me dry
They say that you’re fleeting
Away with the night
(You’ve got your)
Your fathers temper
Your mothers eyes
Tell me that you mean it
Tell me you’re away with the night