Parking Ticket Serenade

(ooh,

yeah)

Under the wipers, a ticket pink and green

Three songs on stage,

but I'm looking for a lighter

Blocked on your feed but I'm standing on the street

Trading these secrets with the opener,

getting tighter (shh) Long-distance crush on a glowing screen

We were perfect in the pixels,

dynamic and clean

Now the spark is catching

Oh, let the signal cross the state lines (cross the lines)

We are dancing in the late August heat We could have had

it all in real time

But we're just secrets on a quiet street

Parking ticket left to fade in the dark

Another browser window tab left open in my heart

I got the flame from a stranger's hand

Still trying to make you understand

Just a browser crush (just a touch)

In the late night summer air