Waking up to a brand new day 
I can’t smell anything but the cigarette smoke 
in your hair, and the whisky on your breath. 
All I know is this is where I want to be - 
I don’t know why; it just feels so right that 
I cannot complain. 
You’re lying beside me; 
your hair is in a mess. 
Your eyes are bloodshot from the night before. 
But you look beautiful. You are beautiful in every way.

I’m screaming Hallelujah as this 
plane is going down, 
well Honey I ain’t done missing you yet. 
Your eyes are telling me something, 
but your lips scream something else tonight. 
I’m screaming Hallelujah as this plane is going down, 
well Honey I ain’t done kissing you yet. 
These nights ain’t getting any younger, 
so put on your dancing shoes, and get us the Hell out of town.

Your timing couldn’t be better;
 I could’ve had you forever, but I chose to 
wait to get you when I could. 
There’s nothing unconventional about a 
bottle across my head or a bloodstain on the ground. 
You’re waiting for me, waiting up, 
and I can see that look –
 I fucked it up and I don’t know what to do to 
make it right, to make it right with you.