We drank as much as we could
   and she drank more than she should
   we sumbled out of this cheap whiskey bar
   and that is the story so far
  
   guided by the dim streetlights
   we walked through the black harbour night
   no people, no passing car
   well, that is the story so far
  
   - she things she smells the northland snow
   northland snow
   and she's as glad as I to go
   ay, to go
   hey very bolts are sick for shore
   sick for shore
   and I, I want it ten times more
   ten times more
  
   she silenced her mouth when I asked for her name
   and she asked me please do the same
   she said it'a all written in the stars
   and that is the story so far
  
   but she whispered her name when I kissed her goodbye
   her voice stained by whiskey and tar
   she went back to where she belonged, and I
   I went back to the bar
  
   your dance like liquid fire
   like crystal methedrine
   you make the stars come closer
   the most beautiful girl I've seen