A perfect day, projected on the freeway
In this cocoon of bliss now
Surely I can make it stay
It's just were falling for some good times, baby yes I know right
I love the kitschy walls here, the bartender sure seems nice
But you should
Hold tight, to something when it feels right
Just one quick thing I'll mention. before it slips my mind
There's a solipsistic nightmare, perhaps is starting to unwind
Oh no wait i'm only joking, this karaoke malaise
Miming on the dance floor, like it's the good old days
Hey look, is that blondtron? I think this place haunted
By our future selves who thought they knew just what the wanted
And they're saying we should run
And they're saying we should run
And they're saying we should run
Hold tight, to something when it feels right
Like a ghost between your fingers, I'll evaporate yet stay
And they're saying we should run
And they're saying we should run
A marxist entertainer, looking into startups
You drift into the occult, thought maybe that's where God was
We can be ourselves here, baby that's the problem
This altar boy repenting, but not for what you're thinking
Oh what a perfect setting, such a perfect weekend
For you to run
