The Night I Searched for You - The Beatdown
Written by：Malcolm Bauld
Late night call
Small type voice
You said my name
Was this first choice
We're out the tour
If you know the lights
On the night I searched for you
In our first steps for the open door
Small type plates or game on the floor
A distraction for the victor flow
On the night I searched for you
For the busy streets as the empty cars
Everyone I know in the clouded bars
Tell them all your name is a cure new scars
On the night I searched for you
Someone tell me
Where to find you
Where to find you
Late night call
Is not enough
In my hand in my hand
And the sun came up
She lead her body up to all over here
On the night I searched for you
On the night I searched for you
You know I'm too mean
Where to find you
On the night I searched for you
On the night I searched for you
