8Mm

I'm stuck
I'm out of luck
And trying to talk my way out of this
Even fog lifts, but not this
No not this
There's no way you're coming back
There's no way you're coming back
Babe, I know you never leave without
Your gun ...
But if you let it be and just sit down
And lay your head on me
We could leave
I'll dim the stars
We'll steal away from here
We'll run so fast and so far
We'll burn up these streets
Our mystery complete
The moon will die of shame