Late Calls

Turn it up Yeah

Past polite

Raindrops tracing patterns on the glass You only call me when the

hours pass midnight

Hoodie in the backseat smelling like smoke We don't talk about the

promises we broke

And we turn it up past polite Sinking in the static of

the night (ooh-ooh) Yeah,

we turn it up,

let it ride Hiding all the shadows we keep inside

Late night static running through the wire We play with matches,

sitting by the fire Smoke in the cotton,

keys on the dash Two lane highway waiting for the crash

And we turn it up past polite Sinking in the static of

the night (ooh-ooh) Yeah,

we turn it up,

let it ride Hiding all the shadows we keep inside

Past polite

Yeah

Hoodie smelling like smoke