The Killers

Come with me.
We took a back road.
We're gonna look at the stars.
We took a backroad in my car.
Down to the ocean,
it’s only water and sand
And in the ocean we'll hold hands.
But I don't really like you, apologetically dressed in the best, but on a heartbeat glide.
Without an answer, the thunder speaks for the sky, and on the cold, wet dirt I cry.
And on the cold, wet dirt I cry.
Don’t you wanna come with me? Don’t you wanna feel my bones
on your bones?
It's only natural.
A cinematic vision ensued
like the holiest dream.
It's someone's calling?
An angel whispers my name,
but the message relayed is the same:
“Wait till tomorrow,
you'll be fine.
But it's gone to the dogs in my mind.
I always hear them
when the dead of night