In our dissolute romance through desperate hours
In the scrubland by IKEA
We wax lyrical wise in the witching hour
Over cans of lager beer
We call up to the heavens
But the signal won't go that far
In this city scape, a neon black we can barely see the stars
There's only street lamps to wish upon tonight
We're burning cars
We're burning cars
To make our own stars
We're burning cars
High out in the cold night air
Pull on whisky, pull you closer
Her face lit up by the shit we burn
Breath like wotsits and samosa
As the lights grew farther and farther, she'd ask
Is this forever?
Each night we hit it harder
I'd say you never can say never
If this world gets too frightening
We'll shot gun white lightening, but tonight
We're burning cars
We're burning cars
To make our own stars
We're burning cars
