Chevron - Love Beat

Vampires bite

And I don’t

Always have the words

I don’t want

To have to wait

For the sun to come out

The grass is dead

But I’ll wait here

In the back of the shed

I’ll wait here

'Till the ceiling caves in

'Till the ceiling caves in

'Till the ceiling caves in

'Till the ceiling

And at the top of our lungs

On the interstate

Don’t wash it out

The concrete cracks in our veins

But in Christmastime

These burnt highways will freeze

Such a blurry life

What a short disease

And at the top of our lungs

On the interstate

Don’t wash it out

The concrete cracks in our veins

But in Christmastime

These burnt highways will freeze

Such a blurry life

What a short disease