Sin City Saints

Boarded the flight with a fire in our chests

Checking in early to forget the rest

Locked in the room with the ocean outside

Fever is rising,

nowhere to hide (ahhh)

I feel the heat begin to rise Locked behind my heavy eyes

No control of where we go

(yeah, yeah)

It was a midnight fever,

washed in the tide

Slipping away with nowhere to hide

Woke up shaking in the cold gray light

Just an illusion of the deepest night

Sunlight is burning but we stay inside

No need to travel,

no need to guide

Tangling sheets in a tropical haze

Lost in the rhythm of a thousand ways (ohhh)

I feel the heat begin to rise Locked behind my heavy eyes

No control of where we go

(yeah, yeah)

It was a midnight fever,

washed in the tide

Slipping away with nowhere to hide

Woke up shaking in the cold gray light

Just an illusion of the deepest night

Lost in the tide...

Slipping away... (hahaha)