Oh oh ohnOh oh ohnOh oh ohnnThe sea birds slide around the skynAbove the islandnabove the islandnnI saw the way your fingers grew yellow under the nailsnI saw the way your fingers grew yellow under the nailsnI saw you run your palm along your jawline, yawn, and coughnwith no lights outsidenwith no lights outsidenit was a dry sound on the glassnnTonight I'm letting you drivenTonight I'm letting you drivenThe light outside the window is opaque painted shadowsnTonight the dealership looks like a cemetarynTonight the tires make a smooth sucking sound on the roadnTonight I'm letting you drivennTonight I'm letting you drive (x12)nnCigarettes smell different when you're not the one smoking themnnTonight I'm letting you drive (x6)