Text: Funeral For A Friend. Hours. Drive On.

And I wish it was
Sweeter the taste
Of your mouth
Because right now
It hurts too much to be
Closer than this
And with one hard look
I can tell
That you've had enough of these useless sunsets

[Chorus]
This could be a movie
and this could be our final line
We don't need these happy endings
This could be a movie
and this could be our final line
We don't need these happy endings

So tell your father that
That your mine
and I'll swear we'll run away
and I'll make a plan to save
Everyone, from themselves
And put them in the crowd
And put them in the crowd

[Chorus]

Sitting in the car
with the radio
Turn the static
Feeling quite tragic

Then with one strategic blow
Did you find yourself
Back in the hole
That you used to sit so comfortably in

[Chorus]

Sitting in the car
With the radio
Turn the static
Feeling quite tragic

Then with one strategic blow
Did you find yourself
Back in the hole
That you used to sit so comfortably in

Sitting in the car
With the radio
Turn the static
Feeling

I'm your one strategic blow
And you'll find yourself
Back in the hole
That you used to sit so comfortably, comfortably in