Keycard Confessions

A stranger in the mirror staring back

Wears the leather

outfit anyway

Rain is streaking

down the window pane

While the plastic keycard catches light (yeah)

Leaving the keycard on the desk

Taking the step into the dark

(ready now)

Drive it out into the heavy rain!

We are tearing up the maps tonight!

Underneath the heavy thunder sky

We are screaming till the morning light! (woah)

Fading headlights on a one-way road

The city shrinking

in the rear-view glass

Nothing but the static on the dial

And the engine

keeping up the pace

Beside the window streaked with rain...

We drove away.