Your new English stubble wrapped up in a collar built for vampires The smoke, the smoke, the smoke billows out in chimneys from our wind-chapped lips Our bodies flashing green and red Our chameleon skin They can lock the doors and shut us out But I don't wanna leave just yet My old beat-up van is parked out in the street Our carriage awaits us So buckle up, sit tight We'll roll the windows down We'll take a ride
Our bodies flashing green and red Our chameleon skin They can lock the doors and shut us out But I don't wanna leave just yet So we'll drive around through the underground Cause I'm out of ideas Tunnels shake, autos break When they hear what I've found Our bodies flashing green and red Our chameleon skin They can lock the doors and shut us out But I don't wanna leave just yet