Rooftop Alibi

Rooftop bar with the plastic cups Security checks our driver's license twice

He smiles for the story and he means none of it Just

another golden, cheap advice

And I still got the spare key in my hand

The one I never did return to you

Dancing under wires and the starry band

We're making history

that isn't true

(oh yeah)

We look down on the moving street

Spilling dynamic colors in the breeze Nobody here is looking for a

deep retreat

Just a little friction,

just a tease

And I still got the spare key in my hand

The one I never did return to you

Dancing under wires and the starry band

We're making history

that isn't true

(ooh-ooh-ooh) Never did return it (never did,

never

did)