Usually when things has gone this far, people tend to disappear. No one will surprise me unless you do. I can tell there’s something goin’ on. Hours seems to disappear. Everyone is leaving… I’m still with you.

It doesn’t matter what we do, where we are going, too. We can stick around and see this night through. And we don’t care about the young folks talkin’ ’bout the young style… and we don’t care about the old folks talkin’ ’bout the old style, too. And we don’t care about our own faults, talkin’ ’bout our own style.

All we care about is talking. Talking… only me and you.