Cars And History
December thirty first
Eleven fifty nine
I think Im happy now
At least from time to time
I had to let it go
I had to let it slip
Funny how it all works out
When youve given up on it
Rooftops and stars above
The smell of cold dead leaves
Our skin was all in knots
You were moving under me
Cars and history turn to rust
Cars and history turn to rust
Cars and history turn to rust
Cars and history turn to rust
December thirty first
Eleven fifty nine
Come a little closer girl
Its time to rise and shine
I had to let it go
We had to let it slip
Funny how it all works out
When youve given up on it
Rooftops and stars above
The smell of cold dead leaves
Our skin was all in knots
You were moving under me
Cold war is gone, cold wars over dear
Satellites, dirty bombs and fear
I want you
Oh I want you
This frozen hand
Has turned to rain
Its dark again
It goes that way
Its on the prowl
The latest junk
Broken shells
To be someone
This little tick
Up every night
The only war
We televise
We televise
We televise
Those little lies
Who will win?