Letras
Riding out the storm
In the backseat
As these horrors take their cosmic form
But I don't expect us both to make it
When just the sound of it has got me shakin'
Just listen
Sideways
Tearing up the highway
Contorted broke and smiling
While dramatic patch strings softly play
But you think that we could learn to fake it
You keep talking this way and we'll end up naked
But I get it