Aurora Lies

Leaving the suburbs for nights on the fringe
We shovel the snow just to give us the edge
Selling our bodies to unmarked cars
This Motor City can make us a star
Tell me what you want from me
Show me that the best of days
Won’t end up behind me
I’m inching closer further south
Oil lamps are pouring out
A third wave, look out
Hold on (we were just having fun)
Is this love on the run?
Is our love on the run? (I don’t need you now)