Sunsets with shooting stars light photographs of what we are,
Claiming to imperfection with the silence thats broken
Beneath our waking hearts and our trembling hands
The lights save up; diminish down.
Dont wait now they can never stop us.
We'll make a scene and they'll crowd us.
Everyones watching, everyones saying,
You don't belong here. I just say they're jealous
Forget the world and come with me. We'll go as fast as we can.
No we'll never stop until we reach our homes back in the east coast.
We rode off into the sunset like we owned it.