Lipstick on my face. Thunder in the sky. The shades are drawn. Don't ask me why. . But with the ghost riders on the go. I think you know. But with the ghost riders on the go.
In the night, we run around in the streets. Jack up on life in hell. Thunder love has struck us again. Where apparitions are the sinful spell. . Elude the harsh reality of our lands.
Aly, walk with me in the summer. Aly, walk with me. Aly, walk with me in Portland. Aly, walk with me. . Aly walks with me in my dreams. So strange and true.
Aly, walk with me in the summer. Aly, walk with me. Aly, walk with me in Portland. Aly, walk with me. . Aly walks with me in my dreams. So strange and true.