We drank as much as we could
and she drank more than she should.
We sumbled out of this cheap whiskey bar
and that is the story so far.Guided by the dim streetlights,
we walked through the black harbour night.
No people, no passing carwell, that is the story so far.She things she smells the northland snow.-northland snow
And she`s as glad as I to goay.-to goay
Very bolts are sick for shoresick for shore and I,
I want it ten times more.-ten times moreShe silenced her mouth when I asked for her name,
and she asked me please do the same.
She said it`s all written in the stars,
and that is the story so far.But she whispered her name when I kissed her goodbye,
her voice stained by whiskey and tar.
She went back to where she belonged,
and I went back to the bar.Your dance like liquid fire, like crystal methedrine,
you make the stars come closer.
The most beautiful girl i`ve seen.