

"Hey... I know it's late.
You've only got three songs to prove it..."
Cheap plastic keycard in my palm
Under the gas station glow so calm
After midnight on the empty shore
But we don't talk like we did before (no,
we don't)
I only had three songs to play
To wash the instant regret away (away...)
Now we're dancing with our ghosts tonight
Underneath the cool fluorescent light
Trading choices that we can't undo Just a memory
of me and you
Oh,
we run the red light
Oh,
we lose the timeline
Motel room is cold and still
Time is something we can't kill
You said it all in that final phrase
Now it's lost in a coastal haze
Three songs... gone. Now we're driving till the
dawn.