Gas-Station Daydreams

(ooooh) Fluorescent buzz behind the glass

Ten-minute break, it goes so fast

Gas-station coffee in my hand

Pretending everything was planned

You pose like it is candid there

But I see through your casual air

I blocked your number but you're in my head

Reading between the things you never said

And we are

dancing in the late August chill

Underneath the tower on the hill (yeah!) Spilling paper cups onto the

street

To the rhythm of our own heartbeat!

Back to the phones,

dialling tone

Among the crowd, completely alone

That frozen frame on my screen

The sharpest sting I've ever seen

(ahhhh) And we are

dancing in the late August chill

Underneath the tower on the hill (ohhh) Spilling paper cups onto the

street

To the rhythm of our own heartbeat!

Paper cups and late night breaks... (hmmmm)