Key’s in the ignition nA passing view of policenA cheap scrap metal ringnnAnd the warmth kept insidenThe warmth kept inside [x7]nnThe frost chill on the windshield nFeatures blur and reshapenHeadlights wash the ceilingnTo a slow song soundtrack [x3]nTo a slow songnnLow voices, confessions quietly tremblenHere it means everythingnA stretch of road where no one slows [x2]nWatching stars through the sunroof nThe death starts between us [x3]nnWatching stars through the sunroofnThe death starts between us [x19]