Lamp Post Tango

(one two, where we going?)

Two AM under parking lot light

Looking for the turn but we lost the map tonight He asks

for directions with a crooked little smile We know we're staying here

for a while (just for the story,

yeah)

Kitchen counter after midnight

Lost in translation under low light

We mean none of it,

but we make it look right

(uno, dos, tres, let's go)

No direction, we just dance,

dance, dance

No direction, take a chance,

chance, chance

Bailando con la luna,

losing our way

We don't care what the maps say (hey,

hey!)

Donde vamos?

No lo sé

Donde vamos?

Otra vez (hahaha)

Kitchen party, glasses on the floor

He smiles and laughs,

but he's halfway out the door

A perfect stranger

pretending to belong

Forgetting where he started by the end of the song

Lost at two AM Just a story for the morning (bye bye)