Parking Ticket Moments

(uh-huh) Under the wipers, we pay the price

We hold the frame but we look twice

Last-call elegance on the street

While we pretend that we never meet

Alleyway shadows by the backstage door

You say you loved that story we wrote before

Standing by the brickwall,

posing so clean To make it look candid for a tiny screen

But look close at the windshield glass

Some receipts are built to last There's a yellow paper tucked in

the tight

Under the wipers, we pay the price

We hold the frame but we look twice

Last-call elegance on the street

While we pretend that we never meet

We pay the fine for staying too long

In the corner of a late-night song (oh-oh-oh) A parking ticket,

a sudden flash Before the morning and the crash

Under the wipers, we pay the price

We hold the frame but we look twice

Last-call elegance on the street

While we pretend that we never meet

Under the wipers... (yeah) Just a ticket

in the dark