tonight is ours
we own the air that fills our lungs
with Kneehigh on the stereo
and your foot on the floor we'll go
and leave this town and everyone behind

these sing-along's on long drives home
i need to believe that we're different
that we're making it out
just close your eyes and let this go
you know i still dream of the distance
from here to your house

white lines and grey
these lights are all we ever see
with New Found on the stereo
and every speaker pushed to blow
we'll turn it up and hit these roads tonight

and I will fall
for you
and I fall
for you