Headlights - Ashbury Heights

Twilight of all that we’ve become

Last light before the morning sun

All the stray alarms resound tonight

Headlights are staring down the road

Pitch black beyond the silver glow

Our conversation’s locked up tight

And in the corner of my eye

There’s something trying to apply

And in the campfire at a distance

There’s a figure in the pyre

Off the record now, right?

Wrap it up in tinfoil

Off the record now, right?

Wear it like you’re paranoid

Off the record now, right?

Feeling like a Tesla coil

Off the record now, right?

Power up in three-four

You keep telling me that maybe we should do something

And I keep telling you it’s already done

If it was me behind the wheel

Then I would steer into the sea

And maybe put this fire out

By the horizon comes the sun

So self-important on and on

As if the future’s safe and sound