N.C.I.H. Lyrics

You don't have to speak

Dancing in the street

Paved with golden dreams

(Where) time is not the thief it used to be

Baby, there's no cops in Heaven

And nobody to call the law

Just vacant rooms and ghosts of reservations

When the hands have fallen off the clocks

We don't have to talk

But say what comes to mind

Do you remember last eternity

When we walked into the light

Where the bars, they never close

And Stranger Things goes on for 30 seasons

Every game is on free play

Even the ones I play with you

To no rhyme or reason

Baby, there's no cops in Heaven

And nobody to call the law

Just vacant rooms and ghosts of reservations

When the hands have fallen off the clocks

Baby, there's no cops in Heaven

And nobody to call the law

When these walls get to shaking

I'll just give you more- more- more