The slow motion sin The dead summer dance again My chassy knows what could’ve been I see how it happens now, all stretched Out before me My prime was a still frame in your movie Days, so late We’re close to dying twice Projector of our life Old hollywood, holy bound I see how it happens now, all stretched Out before me What could've been? My prime was a still frame in your movie Days, so late Those sirens sing on 42nd street And they've been calling my name out
What in you gets me so carried away? I can’t say yet Love on repeat It’s life again It’s my flsh My own blood You vexed and sparked right from the start So come and remind us What in you gets me so carried away? I can’t say yet
