Trees pass. Soft breezes on my cheek
Trust me, we've bummed our last cigarette
Don't take me home; don't take me yet
Eyes collide like rocket ships so hold your breath and bite your lips
Tell me a story that goes on and on
Falling out on the open road
(Pull over over there. Please, please anywhere)
Ask me, 'Am I your last regret?'
Don't take me home; don't take me yet
Eyes collide like rocket ships so hold your breath and bite your lips
Tell me a story that goes on and on
Shadows of the setting sun mask the past of everyone
Please don't believe in this fairytale