Torn Ticket Iris

Torn ticket stub in the club glass mirror Checking the fit but

nothing is clearer

Your roommate heard everything we said And parked where they shouldn't have

instead

I see the headlights cut through the dark No parking zone where

they chose to park (shhh)

It's a soft crime under the streetlights Trading our secrets to survive

these nights

(ooh-ooh) We make the same mistakes and call it art Crashing together

right before we part

They know too much from the thin apartment walls

Waiting downstairs for the heavy curtain falls Now the glass is cracked,

the mirror is spun

Another soft crime that has just begun

It's a soft crime under the streetlights Trading our secrets to survive

these nights (ooh-ooh)

We make the same mistakes and call it art Crashing together right

before we part

Crashing together... Just a soft crime... (ahhhh)