Night in my veins

Group: The Pretenders

Singer: Chrissie Hynde

Composers: C. Hynde/B. Steinberg/T. Kelly

Lyrics

I see him standing silhouetted

In the lamp-light

I cross the street

And I quicken my pace

He cups his hands and he

Lights a cigarette

I find myself in the bones of his face

Its just the night in my veins

Oh

Making me crawl in the dust again

Its just the night

Under my skin

Slipping it in

Hes got his hands in my hair

And his lips everywhere

Oh yeah

It feels good

Its alright

Even if its just

The night in my veins

Hes got me up against the back of a

Pick-up truck

Out of sight of the neon and glare

We might as well be on a beach

Under the moonlight

Loves language reads the same

Anywhere yeah

Its just the night in my veins

Oh

Making me crawl in the dust again

Its just the night

Under my skin

Slipping it in

Hes got his chest on my back

Across a new cadillac

Oh yeah

It feels good

Its alright

Even if its just

The night in my veins

Even if its just the night in my veins

Ive got my head on the

Kerb and I cant produce

A word

Oh year

It feels good

Its alright

Even if its just

The night in my veins

It feels good

Its alright

Even if its just

The night in my veins

Even if its just

The night in my veins

It feels good

Its alright

Rationale

Just another song about a New York night.

So real...like agile in your veins. Or a good team day in your veins.

No, we don't entirely like the drug overtones, but let's be honest that some of us are addicted, in some way, to some things (perhaps our old waterfall ways).

The good songs don't need to be entirely good. (Are we entirely good? I hope not.)

And then there's the magic.