1, 2, 3...Toast is burningI flicked through last year's calendarYearning for yesterdayThe dishes piling up dirtyThe battery's deadSo the clock stands on its headSays 7.30And in the air with a changeCan happiness comeCrawling back into rangeAnd this new car smell of hungerHelps me with forgettingLovers coming for a rideAnd this new car smell of hungerHelps me with forgettingLovers coming for a rideThe house is full of smokeAnd anyone can tell you how you should put it outAnd maybe if I couldThe letters that you never wroteHave had me thinkingMaybe I'm just no goodAnd this new car smell of hungerHelps me with forgettingLovers coming for a rideAnd this new car smell of hungerHelps me with forgettingLovers coming for a rideAnd back insideA roaring fireThe sound of burning tearsA guilty choirHang on to your humor, babyGoing down to the wireNothing but your shortest loveHas made you feel any higherAny higherFahrenheit forty-four to seven degreesStill don't know what it is to believeMy heart, my cold, my young, my oldI'm wasting my time with the search for a heart I go forSo many things that we can't forgetI don't understandWe're building the bushesAnd they're still worth nothingBut yeahSometimes nothing is more than it seemsAre you strong enoughJust to keep on chasing all our dreamsThis new car smell of hungerHelps me with forgettingLovers coming for a rideAnd this new car smell of hungerHelps me with forgettingLovers coming for a rideThis new car smell of hungerHelps me with forgettingLovers coming for a rideThis new car smell of hungerHelps me with forgettingLovers coming for a rideComing for a rideI'm dreamingWe're driving fastWindows downClear at lastoffkurvenMichaelSubtitles by the Amara.org community