So cash in all your chips tonight baby, 'cause were going out of style.
We could leave this city, if only for a while.
Well take this feeling to our graves
For every heart that we betrayed.
No one can know about this.
The only place ill ever call home, is my deathbed.
I know were so wrong, but it feels so right.
And it's not a party, if it happens every night.
I'm running on empty, your running out of luck.
So lets ditch this city, before we sober up