Paroles de Friday Night

all of our heads in the clouds and i remember staying up all night in a haze to the sweetest sounds when i said, delicate to the sights and i can never feel the calm i felt witnessing headlights drive into our eyes when i said, "we're not ready to go back home" breathe in baby i can't touch the ground keep it crazy let the open road bring us back down all of the smoke in our lungs and i remember burning up daylight passing the head of the summer's final sun when i said, "we're not ready to go back home. we're not ready to go back" breathe in baby i can't touch the ground keep it crazy let the open road bring us back down keep on passing the trucks keep on passing the drugs