I spent a night in a house in the desert
With my friends and we howled at the moon
Three camping chairs, under stars every second
Something I won't forget very soon
The moonlit sky
The world outside
I said, "This is the kind of night you could write songs about"
When I'm sitting in the darkness I call home
All the lights are out 'cause every fuse has blown
You remind me that I'll never be alone
You are the kind of friend that you could write songs about
Mid-july was warm outside
We'd been camping there all night
Off the cliffs, into the water
Do or die
The sun went down, the moon came out
All we had was there and now
Lit the fire, danced around it
Sang so loud
I said "This is the kind of night you could write songs about"
When I'm sitting in the darkness I call home
All the lights are out 'cause every fuse has blown
You remind me that I'll never be alone
You are the kind of friend that you could write songs about
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
When I'm sitting in the darkness I call home
All the lights are out 'cause every fuse has blown
You remind me that I'll never be alone
You are the kind of friend that you could write songs about
You are the kind of friend that you could write songs about