in basements we fall in love over cards and a whiskey drunk talking circles around ourselves til were too far in soon it starts to sneaking around city bars not a soul to be found but you can t keep a secret that everybody knows so we re on our own leave it to the lucky ones they got the line on who to love and who to judge begin again shed the old skin fleshed out fakes with stone wind on their faces collapse into the bed where the two of us first met to start a fire in the cold sheets now we re finally free of them leave it to the lucky ones they got the line on who to love who to judge leave it to the lucky ones they got the line on us