Its not right but its now or never
And if I wait could I ever forgive myself?
On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptide
With the light from the TVs buzzing in the house
Cuz Im gonna cut it where I can
And then Im gonna duck out behind them
If I ever had a chance its now then
But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you
To offer it to you would be cruel
When all I want to do is use, use you
He was a diplomats son
It was 81
Dressed in white with my car keys hidden in the kitchen
I could sleep wherever I lay my head
And the sight of your two shoes sitting in the bathtub
Let me know that I shouldnt give up just yet
Cuz Im gonna take it from Simon
And then Im gonna duck out behind them
If I ever had a chance its now then
But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you
To offer it to you would be cruel
When all I want to do is use, use you
He was a diplomats son
It was 81
I know, youll say
Im not doing it right
But this is how I want it
I cant go back
To how I felt before
That night I smoked a joint
With my best friend
We found ourselves in bed
When I woke up he was gone
He was the diplomats son
It was 81
Looking out at the ice-cold water all around me
I cant feel any traces of that other place
In the dark when the wind comes racing off the river
Theres a car all black with diplomatic plates