Places Lyrics by The Driver Era
I let her inside
She was coming by, but
No, I've never seen the place
Now my mind is
Running wild and
You can see it on my face
I'll come inside
If you don't mind
If you don't mind it
Turn it back around
We're going down
We're going down
We like it that way
How is it so
I keep going places, going places
I'm too stoned
Are we gonna make it
Put your fingers in my mouth
When we were all alone
Now the weathers cold
And I keep going places, going places
And she's right the way I left her
Hiding underneath my sweater
Said she prefers to be the pleasure
Of course I'll let her, I let her
We go one night
Till another stranger
Come knocking at my door
Soon I'll go, I'll leave her waiting
Lying in the cold
I'll come inside
If you don't mind
If you don't mind it
Turn it back around
We're going down
We're going down
We like it that way
How is it so
I keep going places, going places
I'm too stoned
Are we gonna make it
Put your fingers in my mouth
When we were all alone
Now the weathers cold
I keep going places, going places
And she's right the way I left her
Hiding underneath my sweater
Said she prefers to be the pleasure
Of course I'll let her, I let her
I let her inside
She was coming by, but
No, I've never seen the place
Now my mind is
Running wild and
You can see it on my face
I'll come inside
If you don't mind
If you don't mind it
Turn it back around
We're going down
We're going down
We like it that way
How is it so
I keep going places, going places
I'm too stoned
Are we gonna make it
Put your fingers in my mouth
When we were all alone
Now the weathers cold
And I keep going places, going places
And she's right the way I left her
Hiding underneath my sweater
Said she prefers to be the pleasure
Of course I'll let her, I let her
We go one night
Till another stranger
Come knocking at my door
Soon I'll go, I'll leave her waiting
Lying in the cold
I'll come inside
If you don't mind
If you don't mind it
Turn it back around
We're going down
We're going down
We like it that way
How is it so
I keep going places, going places
I'm too stoned
Are we gonna make it
Put your fingers in my mouth
When we were all alone
Now the weathers cold
I keep going places, going places
And she's right the way I left her
Hiding underneath my sweater
Said she prefers to be the pleasure
Of course I'll let her, I let her
