Tinted Crosswalks

Two AM, headlights on a foreign sign

Lost in translation, trying to walk the line

Asking for directions on a quiet street

(where do I go?)

Parked where they told me I should never stay On the crosswalk

lines, fading into gray

Screenshot boarding pass glowing on my screen

(bright green)

This light stays red

way too long

Every second ticking like a retro song

Tension building up, static in the air

Are we going anywhere?

Under glittery skies, we break the red light Dancing through the turns

in the middle of the night

Yeah we found the way,

no more holding back

(let's go!)

Glance at the phone,

it is still right there

Boarding pass shine in the cool night air

We made our move,

we made our stand

Lost at two AM,

now we're flying high (flying high)

Underneath the neon retro sky