Here, in a familiar place. We got our heads down. And we pretend its 'cause the night. Is dark, and running out of space. For us to run around. But it's a dead end and money's tight.
Gone when you get stuck. Sleeping when you wake up. Lover on the other coast. Off to the races. Headed other places. Chasing a familiar ghost. . Psycho season.
Perseids lead us out to it. Remind me this, we're kings that live. Both of us are leaving town when we get old enough. We're moving on. . We are gonna see greater heights.