Kids driving the elevator
I voted me off the island
Your nights, my days
You and the rain drying me out as a way to find out
My motorcycle is taking over my life
Trying to express visual emotions on to my face
Without a trace
Of what could be laced
Kids driving the elevator to your apartment
One looks like you and the other like me
Like a warm summer breeze
Through the green leaves
My motorcycle is taking over my life
Trying to express visual emotions on to my face
Without a trace
Of what could be laced