I picture your face everyday of my life
 And [bad word] [bad word] up with lyrics
 But lately it's honesty that keeps me around
 pint of their best and a seat with a view
 This corner looks all too familiar
 I just wanna tell you "I love you, I'm safe
 on Devonshire and Crown"

 Who knows which letter just might be the last
 This song will be done by the end of this glass
 Hey brown eyes, I hope you are sleeping and dreaming of clouds

 [bad word] another three-dollar cliche
 I nod to the barman and he does the same
 And again and again and again and again I am down
 But so prown

 It's summer where you are, it's winter down here
 You're sleeping, I'm already boozing
 All the cool kids are speaking their minds
 But I cannot hear
 'Cause people are sounding like white noise these days
 They fancy themselves as a critic
 But I think of you and it takes me away to a perfect place

 Who knows which letter just might be the last
 This song will be done by the end of this glass
 Hey blue eyes, I hope you are sleeping and dreaming of clouds

 [bad word] another three-dollar cliche
 I nod to the barman and he does the same
 And again and again and again and again I am down
 But so prown