Whatcha wanna do when the night folds in?
Neon on your skin like a second sin.
Heartbeat drummin’ in a foreign tongue,
we’re young, we’re dumb, we’re never done.
Whatcha wanna taste when the moon gets high?
Silver on your lips, let the east side lie.
Speed of light in a borrowed car,
burn the map, be who we are.
Tell me whatcha wanna, I’m already gone—
blink and we’re vapor, forever one song.