Stacked tires, burning fires
Gardenia and molasses
Sucking on sugar cubes
I am dancing at the bottom of deserted pools
Stolen nights, doctored booze
My heart it glitches from the news

Got a lo-fi moon
Still life in my hand
This girl that I forgot
Frozen somewhere in time

Hot mess, undressed
I hear your secrets through the vents
Wide awake in the blue hour
Wiping lipstick from your collar
The walls have ears each place you go
Humming along to your ghost radio

See a lo-fi moon
Shining on you
Scraps from another life
Hanging somewhere in time

“Where will the birds fly
After the last sky ?”
Where will they go?
Nobody knows…