Somewhere over the headlights, gazing into the sky
My love lost the starlight, it just won't seem to shine
I've got highway fever at low tide as I slow to the roadside
Roundup's rising in farm land and the horizon is buried alive
I was just a kid in a Freud Crown Vic, sitting with an idle motor
Now I'm on the outside looking in, with my red lips turning over
Landlords reign over darkness when the autumn begins
Hands thrashing into the margins, like how the water rushes every inch
I run on the sand in silence, marram bows in the wind
I never made any good plans, but I figured I'd make the rent
I was just a kid in a Freud Crown Vic, sitting with an idle motor
Now I'm on the outside looking in with my red lips turning over
And when they dug a blade into the Atlantic I was working at the mall for the summer
I try to forget it and take it to the limit, get my red lips turning over
I should have told you I love you so much sooner, I was too scared of another suffer
I try to take it easy, give you everything in me, get my red lips turning over
and over again
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