Tekst:
Pretty Girls Make Graves The New Romance

Burns the fire inside my head It's revealing, fascinating We got it, we set the motion Now we have it in our hands We're selfish with the new romance

Prijevod: Pretty Girls Make Graves. Novi Romantika.

There's the kid with the golden arm He admits to the forest fire That he started up from a lack of Something better going on Tell your friends it's

alright Let's go to my apartment We'll pull the sheets up over our heads Forget all reasons to go outside Beats pulse, they're automatic Locked inside of my apartment Make

(Instrumental)

eyes it's time to go We rub our legs like crickets Kicking cans and stones Make it electric I've got to know I'm still alive Tonight I want to make it

rooftop Burns the fire inside my head It's revealing, fascinating We got it, we set the motion Now we have it in our hands We're selfish with the new romance

I'm unfolding little scraps of paper I'm dotting "I's" and crossing "T's" Like a ghost you were the gardener That snuck in and planted seed Decay Your