we were late on the road
our offramp was closed
for some midnight construction
the heater was broke
and you kept checking your phone
like you had somewhere to go
it was all so cinematic
the way you flipped your hair as i killed the engine
yeah, it was just like we rehearsed
but there was a tearing sound
and the world turned so bright
like the fourth of july
had gotten caught between our eyes
and suddenly our tongues were tied
and we had both forgetten our lines
but i just couldn't let you pass me by
so we made our own, yeah we made our own lines
and we kissed like movie stars
and we fired the director
and we made love on the cutting room floor
and our hands were around our necks
and for once, we found a pulse
you said, "baby, in the morning
we'll both have the blackest eyes
from a lifetime of
seeing things that no one ever should."
so we kissed like movie stars
and we fired the director
and we made love on the cutting room floor
yeah, we kissed like movie stars
and we burned down every theatre
and we made love under the ashes we prayed for