Lyrics Chevron - Love Beat

Chevron

Vampires bite
And I don’t
Always have the words
I don’t want
To have to wait
For the sun to come out
The grass is dead
But I’ll wait here
In the back of the shed
I’ll wait here
'Till the ceiling caves in
'Till the ceiling caves in
'Till the ceiling caves in
'Till the ceiling
And at the top of our lungs
On the interstate
Don’t wash it out
The concrete cracks in our veins
But in Christmastime
These burnt highways will freeze
Such a blurry life
What a short disease
And at the top of our lungs
On the interstate
Don’t wash it out
The concrete cracks in our veins
But in Christmastime
These burnt highways will freeze
Such a blurry life
What a short disease