Meet me in,
the parking lot,
pretend that,
you don't know
what for.

The deepest end,
and the dimmest light,
the cheap dress,
and the high heels,
that I love.

Where it's at,
the city lights,
where faces,
slightly, alter.

I'm so impressed,
by your patience girl,
with all that,
noize between us.

It's not the end,
the end of us,
when I say,
that I cannot die
for you.

This is it,
the city lights,
where faces,
so slightly, alter.

Where it's at,
the city lights,
where faces,
so slightly, alter.