Burning Cars

In our dissolute romance through desperate hours

In the scrubland by IKEA

We wax lyrical wise in the witching hour

Over cans of lager beer

We call up to the heavens

But the signal won't go that far

In this city scape, a neon black we can barely see the stars

There's only street lamps to wish upon tonight

We're burning cars

We're burning cars

To make our own stars

We're burning cars

High out in the cold night air

Pull on whisky, pull you closer

Her face lit up by the shit we burn

Breath like wotsits and samosa

As the lights grew farther and farther, she'd ask

Is this forever?

Each night we hit it harder

I'd say you never can say never

If this world gets too frightening

We'll shot gun white lightening, but tonight

We're burning cars

We're burning cars

To make our own stars

We're burning cars