Lyrics
They're running a marathon of "Kids in the Hall"
Ghost light dancing 'cross the posters on the wall
Doolittle, Pixies and The Slider, T-Rex
I can tell that we'll get along well, and I wonder what's next
Turn off the TV, let's go back to my room
I've got a window with a hell of a view
And there's a full moon sittin' on the church next door
Sleeping bag on a hardwood floor
Turn off the TV, let's go back to my room
Never thought that a girl like you would pay me no mind
But here we are in a hotbox having a hell of a time
Jim Beam and brick weed and a Futon couch
And a playful smile pulling on the corner of your mouth
Turn off the TV, let's go back to my room
I've got a window with a hell of a view
And there's a full moon sittin' on the church next door
Sleeping bag on a hardwood floor
Turn off the TV, let's go back to my room
Turn off the TV, let's go back to my room
I've got a window with a hell of a view
And there's a full moon sittin' on the church next door
Sleeping bag on a hardwood floor
Turn off the TV, let's go back to my room, yeah