We rode a fever out of Boston,
dreamed of California lights.

A single moment here could fracture us,
we'll take a piece for ourselves.

And we both know that finger points on cue,
there's blame for two.

And now you run and hide,
pretend they never knew you.

Blinded and waiting,
in your plastic castle lies.

I think we're superstars,
you say you think we are the best thing.

Back, you wanna turn back,
your heart will attack.

A million hours left to think of you,
and think of that.

8 tracks