Lyrics:

They're running a marathon of 'Kids in the Hall'
Ghost light dancing across the posters on the wall
Doolittle, Pixies and The Slider, T. Rex
I can tell that we'll get along well and I wonder what's next

Turn off the TV, let's go back to my room
I've got a window with a hell of a view
And there's a full moon sitting on the church next door
Sleeping bag on a hardwood floor
Turn off the TV, let's go back to my room

Never thought that a girl like you would pay me no mind
But here we are in a hotbox having a hell of a time
Jim Beam and brick weed and a futon couch
And playful smile pulling on the corner of your mouth

Turn off the TV, let's go back to my room
I've got a window with a hell of a view
And there's a full moon sitting on the church next door
Sleeping bag on a hardwood floor
Turn off the TV, let's go back to my room

Turn off the TV, let's go back to my room
I've got a window with a hell of a view
And there's a full moon sitting on the church next door
Sleeping bag on a hardwood floor
Turn off the TV, let's go back to my room