We lost ourselves in these bright lights and
cigarettes. We became our charade. A classic
primetime tragedy, so skin graphed, a romantically
hopeless warpath. Statistically the cameras said.
That lovers like us die, in car wrecks.
Mathematically incorrect, you fuckers ain't seen
nothin yet. And baby tonight we'll be the robots
in the spotlight. We lost ourselves in these
bright lights and cigarettes. We became our
charade. A classic primetime tragedy, so skin
graphed, a romantically hopeless warpath.
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/C6BfStatistically the cameras set. And lovers like us
die in car wrecks. A lack of evidence kept our
names off the credits. Panegyrized masterminds, we
directed this warped pantomime. And everything was
just right, from your makup to the lights. Park
the car baby quiet on the set. Trigger fingers
entwined...I knew this was our time. This was our
time, the poison burns my insides but ask me if i
mind. And baby tonight, we'll be the robots in the
spotlight and we'll break free of the programming.
And the whole world will know of our love.