It was like a movie scene
A cut out from the magazine
We are not even real
Nor are the things we think we feel
Going back to old 3-0
Fly for 20 hours or so
Thousand miles apart and heart and soul
Now the rubber's burning Now the wheels are turning
I won't care as long as you don't
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love us
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love us
I
met you on the dance floor I was high and you were bored
I asked you for a lighter And you thought,
oh,
I like her
Going back to old 3-0 Back and forth but we both know
Nothing lasts forever,
no You spent all our money
Used to call me honey I know that you're sorry
We go driving in your black car Pick me up and love us
We go driving in your black car Pick me up and love us
We're dying for a connection Hoping that we get some
Some
sort of action
Maybe we just need attention
We go driving We go driving
We go driving in your black car We go driving
We go driving We go driving in your black car
We go driving in your black car Pick me up and love us
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love us
We go driving in your black car
Pick me up and love us