Turn On the Party Lights

We sing for the racing hearts and nothing more

Sing hard to nothing more

We stay up all night and dance only when we're innocence

We still get turned on by the cities at dawn

Always looking for the danger, birds are honest

Where there's a flame light, I can reach you there

Getting in the  car now

Where the wind support and reckless

We still get turned on by the static in the air

Running with runaways you see

I'll dig myself a home

Like a cannon in your soul

Like a million dollar hole

Memories don't get old

We sing for the racing hearts and not much more

We turn on the party lights and dance until we're in a trance

We still get turned on by the troubled ones

Shivering for the danger birds are honest

Hyperaware that there's a menacing glare

Your tired tires ran me, drifting the upper year

Running with runaways you see

I'll dig myself a home

I'll make a record on my own

Like a cannon in your soul

Memories don't get old

Well I rise and I fall

Like I was never yours to hold

Then old fashioned I can hold

Memories don't get old

So I dig myself a home

I'll make a record on my own

Like a cannon in your soul

Memories don't get old