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you'll never look as beautiful as underneath that buzzing streetlight shouting curse words at the night sky, with tears streaming from your eyes but in true classic fashion, i couldn't take cover fast enough and the falling voices just fell back onto me i said, "things'll make more sense when we're back in california yeah, things'll make more sense when we're back in california" little did i know that you're composed entirely of cigarettes and the angry vows you screamed that night were a symphony of empty threats oh, but you had my toes tappin, honey and the melody is still stuck in my head so i fear the only thing that'll let me get some sleep is the music box i found in your chest when we were lying in the street but back on the coast, it seems your blood boils to electro beats there's nothing classic about it, there's nothing classic about it your words are washing up on the beach please stop making sense, please stop making sense i can't stand it you said, "love has a cruel habit of not lasting the night, not crossing state lines so come on, Songtextethere are no sirens sounding, there are no burning buildings falling around us, so that's not love at all, no, not at all so come on, your lungs aren't collapsing, i mean, if you're still breathing, then really, come on now, that's not love at all, no, not at all" your words are washing up on the beach please stop making sense, please stop making sense i can't stand it Aus Songtexte Mania