It's a quarter past midnight Away-way, oh, away-way, oh We keep on running Running through a red light Like we're trying to burn the night away Help me piece it all together, darling Help me piece it all together This is my favorite part oh Before it

Light years away A million light years away Light years away, away, away The fire's burning Oh, I feel this love And I'm giving up 'Cause nothing left for me to say I'm reaching up 'Cause we're burning now

We mash up the place Turn up the bass Pack up and run We'll pack up and run We'll pack up and run away, huh? And make them all have fun Make it burn them And we will end your week

I made a point to burn all of the photographs She went away and then I took a different path I remember the face But I can't recall the name Now I wonder how whatsername has been Remember, whatever The regrets are useless in my mind She's in my head

Wash my hands of this You know they're gonna burn it down You notice how God ain't even helping you out Why the hell don't you throw yourself away Baby's born on a bathroom floor Her mother prays that it'll never cry When they ask you'll say 'it isn't

Let me love you Don't you give up, nah-nah-nah I won't give up, nah-nah-nah Never let you go, never let me down Heaven's a heartbreak away Driving the edge of a knife Oh baby, baby I used to believe We were burnin' on the edge of somethin' beautiful

Like it was burnin' way back With the same ol' flame that got away and never gave my heart back Aww, and that same ol' flame burns I'm still the same ol' boy in love Me and you and this town we been through it you could say that I guess some things never

I've died one million times now I'm buried in the pavement. Lying face down, everything went black before I even closed my eyes And you will never know what hate is To feel your insides burn away and want to end your life to numb the fucking pain So let

I did what I did One wrong turn on Bourbon Cuts like the knives of New Orleans Tonight, a bleeding memory Is tomorrow's guilty vein Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall Screams across the Pontchartrain I'm haunted by headlights And a crescent city

And they call it democracy I-M-F dirty M-F Takes away everything it can get Always making certain that there's one thing left Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt Padded with power here they come International loan sharks backed by the guns Of