Traffic lights turning yellow:
A kiss and a slap on the roof.
I taught you that superstition
Driving downtown
With the windows down
Late at night talking over
A broken radio
And I kiss my fingers
And our single headlight
Winks out for the last time
We talk about
The last time it felt right to make out
And I'm certain, if i drive into those trees,
It would make less of a mess
Than you've made of me.
| 1 | Breakfast Of Champions |
| 2 | Rise |
| 3 | Tinfoil |
| 4 | Feeling Neglected? |
| 5 | Life Of Leisure |
| 6 | Already Lost |
| 7 | Atlantic |
| 8 | Centrifuge |
| 9 | Terrified |
| 10 | Lost, Dropped, And Cancelled |