What if the banner falls and the presenters are suffocated?
Stop the grand opening
The microscopes, we can’t see through them
Broken magnifying glasses
Serenade the passengers until they cry
Dancing for the cameras on the traffic lights
Kissing the turns — I can see through you —
Watching her eyes as he returns
Hold the wheel as every man going 95 on this lane
Serenade the passengers until they cry
Dancing for the cameras on the traffic lights
Like Adam and Eve high and driving
No one would stop us