Testo: Flight 409. We Don't Dance. Beauty In A Car Crash.

So we've become so cinematic,
With every word you come unglued
So we'll let this settle, ferment and grow
Until we're both completely out of control

How was I supposed to know
Retrace my steps, find my way home
How was I supposed to know
Retrace these steps, find our way home

Soo I'll push my seat back, as far as it will go
Hold on tight, as your lungs collapse
I can't wait 'till the impact hits you in the face
You can finally see we were meant to be

How was I supposed to know
Retrace my steps, find my way home
How was I supposed to know
Retrace these steps, find our way home

With my lungs collapsing
I'm drowning in the backseat
Holding on to nothing
That's all thats left of me ...

( These breaks are going out )
( I'm looking straight ahead )
( Before we both go out )
( I loved you half to death )

How was I supposed to know
Retrace my steps, find my way home
How was I supposed to know
Retrace these steps, find our way home

There's beauty in a car crash
There's beauty in the payback
This is my big city shakedown
When there's beauty in the breakdown