Second Hand Lovers - Oren Lavie

Take a shot off your drawer on the floor

Then you crawl to the bedroom

But we stop back to dull conversations grow old

You and I, we have not tell a word and while

I’m losing my humour

You’re losing your smile

And the night portrays us,

the moon betrays us

And the dark end covers us

And under the covers,

like second hand lovers tonight

Seasons and sorrows and pictures we took

You stop smoking, I’m reading a book

I’m losing my vision

You’re losing your looks

And the music plays better, plays sweet

To let your hair down your own heart, you sit

And you crawl to the bed

But it’s not bad as it seems

And the night portrays us,

the moon betrays us

And the dark end covers us

And under the covers,

like second hand lovers tonight

Something about my voice

reminds you of

something I used to say

you used to love

And the night portrays us

the piano plays us

And the dark end covers us

And under the covers

Like second hand lovers tonight