Bolognese, bruschetta, white wine
God we're so grown up
Seems this scene was taken straight from Italy
Now all we need is sun
Tracing constellations with our fingers
Our heads almost buried in the ground
They say these stars don't want us together
Then explain how I'm feeling right now
And I hope I'll never grow old
If it means that I'll miss this show
Reruns will never be as fun
We're kissing paintings
When nobody's watching
You know you've got me
In this lifetime and the next
This climate's creating
A new generation of dreamers
And we're in the vanguard
Screaming Motion Sickness though the midnight city streets
Sappho postcards from the art gallery
Hearts beating fast,
Got a noise complaint - I heard you say
That these are called memories
Screaming Motion Sickness though the midnight city streets
Sappho postcards from the art gallery
Valentine's Day
Yeah these are called memories
Screaming Motion Sickness though the midnight city streets
Sappho postcards from the art gallery
Valentine's Day