I see him standing silhouetted
In the lamp-light
I cross the street
And I quicken my pace
He cups his hands and he
Lights a cigarette
I find myself in the bones of his face
It's just the night in my veins
Oh
Making me crawl in the dust again
It's just the night
Under my skin
Slipping it in
He's got his hands in my hair
And his lips everywhere
Oh yeah
It feels good
It's alright
Even if it's just
The night in my veins
He's got me up against the back of a
Pick-up truck
Out of sight of the neon and glare
We might as well be on a beach
Under the moonlight
Love's language reads the same
Anywhere yeah
It's just the night in my veins
Oh
Making me crawl in the dust again
It's just the night
Under my skin
Slipping it in
He's got his chest on my back
Across a new Cadillac
Oh yeah
It feels good
It's alright
Even if it's just
The night in my veins
Even if it's just the night in my veins
I've got my head on the
Kerb and I can't produce
A word
Oh year
It feels good
It's alright
Even if it's just
The night in my veins
It feels good
It's alright
Even if it's just
The night in my veins
Even if it's just
The night in my veins
It feels good
It's alright
In the lamp-light
I cross the street
And I quicken my pace
He cups his hands and he
Lights a cigarette
I find myself in the bones of his face
It's just the night in my veins
Oh
Making me crawl in the dust again
It's just the night
Under my skin
Slipping it in
He's got his hands in my hair
And his lips everywhere
Oh yeah
It feels good
It's alright
Even if it's just
The night in my veins
He's got me up against the back of a
Pick-up truck
Out of sight of the neon and glare
We might as well be on a beach
Under the moonlight
Love's language reads the same
Anywhere yeah
It's just the night in my veins
Oh
Making me crawl in the dust again
It's just the night
Under my skin
Slipping it in
He's got his chest on my back
Across a new Cadillac
Oh yeah
It feels good
It's alright
Even if it's just
The night in my veins
Even if it's just the night in my veins
I've got my head on the
Kerb and I can't produce
A word
Oh year
It feels good
It's alright
Even if it's just
The night in my veins
It feels good
It's alright
Even if it's just
The night in my veins
Even if it's just
The night in my veins
It feels good
It's alright
Add your thoughts
Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.
Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!
And the first part --- "silhouetted in the lamplight
I cross the street and I quicken my pace
He cups his hands and he lights a cigarette
I find myself in the bones of his face" she is in LOVE with this guy or at least crazy about him because then... "He's got his hands in my hair
And his lips everywhere (oh yeah)"
"Oh yeah" --- she is pretty happy about what's happening and it's terribly romantic. I remember a guy who used to put his hands in my hair and lips everywhere --- it was awesome.
I can see why you think it's about rape but dearheart --- you're just not paying attention to EVERY word - just the ones that support your idea. "Making me crawl in the dust again." may be her reference to getting down and dirty but not in an entirely bad way.
I've LOVED this band for more than twenty years and this might be their BEST SONG EVER!!!!
But here's the clencher that this is a LOVE song...
He's got me up against the back of a pick-up truck
Either side of the neon glare
It might as well be on a beach under the moonlight
Love's language reads the same anywhere (yeah)
"Love's language" --- this is NOT about rape. She is getting all amorous in the parking lot but feeling like she could be on a beach under the moonlight. THat's pretty romantic! I think the message here is that romance is where you find it.
Maybe the last line about 'head on the curb' is a caution against drinking too much. heh heh.
Head on the curb...yeah they are probably drunk but he is on top of her and she can’t produce a word because she is at the height of sexual passion and out of breath. Or to quote another raucous song I like by Joan Osborne, "I've been on the floor looking for a chair/I been on a chair looking for a couch/I been on a couch looking for a bed." Only in this case they couldn't wait...
For god’s sake we are talking about Chrissie Hynde here not some Disney Channel bimbo who wouldn’t know a good duck if one came up and AFLAC’ed on her. ;)
It’s a Pretenders favorite among favorites for me.