Magic Hour (神奇时刻) - The Tontons
We sit at the magic hour
I take gin and he takes whiskey
What he needs I can't give
That seems to be our history
I'm the worst I'm cursed I'm done
We make regrets in the morning
We stay up questioning at night
He provokes I respond
We fight I die I die
I'm the worst I'm cursed I'm done
Ohhh baby
You know that I
Get a little tired of you
Of every little thing
When you say that I
I do nothing
Nothing nothing at all
Nothing at all
You fight
I fight
We die I die
I'm the worst I'm cursed I'm done