Joint at the hip, that's how i’d follow One new face ahead of each other Same reply every time i’m calling you up Made out of glue, that’s how i’d follow Get myself worked up by the dial tones Same reply every time i’m calling you up What are the odds? When the night’s so long I sing the moon a song like you used to The strings are out of tune...Learn More

Hit the lights They shut the place down for you and your friends Word is, they pay Well-being at finest Drinking and dining Cards are declined Every saturday night They’ll look Your way All day Taste new Sweat on the weekends Let them in, they’ll make out in the audience Falls apart, blinding the critics won’t mind Unfinished ensembles Familiar...Learn More