Wildcat Lyrics - Pretty Girls Make Graves

Violet, it bleeds purple behind lucid eyes 

Negatives flash reverse of real life 

Promises made with India ink 

Bit your lip there's a flush in your cheeks 

Hold it, hold it 

Hold it, hold it 

Mercury pir of travelers and thieves 

Grant us speed, wisdom, and winged feet 

Flying through the night, thunderbolt blinding temporary 

Born of foam, we ride through moon colored streets 

There's lightening in our hair 

Wildcat 

Turn the volume turn the tone 

Wildcat 

I'm in stereo