Paroles: The Robbery. Cigarettes And Dreams.

Hush hush girl, we are dieing out
and i'm the only new blood left here in this town alive
we are wasted on cigarettes and dreams
battle scars and things we've seen played out on tv screens
midway between the midwest and LA
and i hope i get there soon
i'm so sick of "do it for the scene"
do it just for me, do it just for...
these street signs and neon lights
the long drives through dark nights
everything we've seen
everything we've known
everything we are says we should do this on our own
this highway, my home away from home
where i've never been so happy and alone
this city air hangs heavy in my lungs
and i think its time to breath
i haven't slept enough to drive you home
and the lines on this road mark the hours alone
that we've spent in this bonfire state
scarf round your neck to keep the heat off your face