White label on the backseat

Glows an artificial green

I crave a midnight something

I crave and something hunts me down

I'm scaring everybody

I'm wearing everybody down

White label on the backseat

And something bends me over down

I crave an empty lifestyle

I crave the very loudest sound

I'm chasing everybody

I'm shaking everybody down

Do you hear the loudest sound

And you and me in the echo

White label on the backseat

And something warm across my lap

I never bitched at anyone

I never asked for my heart back

I'm loving everybody

And hating everyone I see

Do you hear the loudest sound

Floating out on the echo