exit seat while i'm riding on your plane man
singing slow jams in between gold teeth
at a karaoke stand with your girl getting drunk chief
so she grabbed my face like sigourney
parked in the ally out back we found heaven
tracing lines on your skin we found heaven
she said she heard of me from that album want
she used to bump it in the target parking lot
if her friends get together
ain't no lord of the flies shit
it's more like you be catching flies on your eyelids
but i keep crashing in the rocks of the sirens
playing murder-fuck-kill with death on a desert island
parked in the ally out back we found heaven
tracing lines on your skin we found heaven
yeah we were lost inside a foreign place
then we wake up and we'd be here and it'd be light again
trying to convince a girl that my bed ain't a sofa
we could pull the mats out
i can't appreciate and deviate from any sort
of discourse that could maybe aggravate you
would you join me on a date through time?
i'll take you to the future
parked in the ally out back we found heaven
tracing lines on your skin we found heaven