Aurora Lies - Work Drugs

Leaving the suburbs for nights on the fringe

We shovel the snow just to give us the edge

Selling our bodies to unmarked cars

This Motor City can make us a star

Tell me what you want from me

Show me that the best of days

Won’t end up behind me

I’m inching closer further south

Oil lamps are pouring out

A third wave, look out

Hold on (we were just having fun)

Is this love on the run?

Is our love on the run?

(I don’t need you now)