He reels around the nightclub. Like the hubcaps off of a car. That just crashed into a sign that said. "This way to the nightclub". . He says you ain't worth a dime.
Storm picks up valuable things. Places mirrors at my feet. A wardrobe filled with blood. And nasty lies to repeat. . Well let me give you something. 'cause everything's for free.
Back seat over the wing. Well, I'm the happiest hot potato on the plane. Yeah, I'm looking, I'm looking, it's beautiful. I think, I wanna go and live out there right now.
I should trade my heart in for a watch. 'Cause all I do is watch the numbers slip away. My lips silently repeat the countdown. 'Cause it's so hard to say.