In our dissolute romance through desperate hours
In the scrubland by IKEA
We wax lyrical wise in the witching hour
Over cans of lager beer

We call up to the heavens
But the signal won't go that far
In this city scape, a neon black we can barely see the stars
There's only street lamps to wish upon tonight

We're burning cars
We're burning cars
To make our own stars
We're burning cars

High out in the cold night air
Pull on whisky, pull you closer
Her face lit up by the shit we burn
Breath like wotsits and samosa

As the lights grew farther and farther, she'd ask
Is this forever?
Each night we hit it harder
I'd say you never can say never
If this world gets too frightening
We'll shot gun white lightening, but tonight

We're burning cars
We're burning cars
To make our own stars
We're burning cars