we were late on the road   our offramp was closed   for some midnight construction      the heater was broke   and you kept checking your phone   like you had somewhere to go      it was all so cinematic   the way you flipped your hair as i killed the engine   yeah, it was just like we rehearsed   but there was a tearing sound   and the world turned so bright   like the fourth of july   had gotten caught between our eyes      and suddenly our tongues were tied   and we had both forgetten our lines   but i just couldn't let you pass me by   so we made our own, yeah we made our own lines      and we kissed like movie stars   and we fired the director   and we made love on the cutting room floor      and our hands were around our necks   and for once, we found a pulse      you said, "baby, in the morning   we'll both have the blackest eyes   from a lifetime of   seeing things that no one ever should."      so we kissed like movie stars   and we fired the director   and we made love on the cutting room floor   yeah, we kissed like movie stars   and we burned down every theatre   and we made love under the ashes we prayed for