Testo: This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb. Dance Party With.... The Star Song.

one of the stars in your eyes has gone out, so we lay back on the rooftop late at night in hopes that a shooting star might take root in the hole in your head. and we'll wake up in the morning being stared down by an ashamed sun, shamefully covering behind a cloud or two, old man you've followed me down, you've beaten me down, and tonight i got the best of you