

(skrrt) "Leave a message at the..."
Chrome rims still hot on the curb She walked out mid-verse without
a single word Left the engine running,
radio low (hah) Fake gold sparkling in the dashboard glow
We paint the damage in expensive shades
But we can't hide the way the lacquer fades
All this polished glass,
keeping out the cold
(ooh) Buying back the secrets that we sold
Now she's walking back through the double doors Heels clicking heavy on
the marble floors
(back again) With the same blank stare that I wore before
We paint the damage in expensive shades
But we can't hide the way the lacquer fades
All this polished glass,
keeping out the cold
(ooh) Buying back the secrets that we sold
Glitter on the floor,
shadows on the wall (yeah)
Waiting in the lobby for the sky to fall
Chrome rims still spinning (spinning,
spinning) We keep on winning but we're losing ground